Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYou don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.
F. Scott FitzgeraldJoan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living.
F. Scott Fitzgerald