She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe strongest guard is placed at the gateway to nothing. Maybe because the condition of emptiness is too shameful to be divulged.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldi was perhaps an egotist in youth, but i soon found it made me morbid to think too much about myself
F. Scott Fitzgerald