What a wonderful song, she thought-everything was wonderful tonight, most of all this romantic scene in the den with their hands clinging and the inevitable looming charmingly close. The future vista of her life seemed an unending succession of scenes like this: under moonlight and pale starlight, and in the backs of warm limousines and in low cosy roadsters stopped under sheltering trees-only the boy might change, and this one was so nice.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIām thirty,ā I said. āIām five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor
F. Scott FitzgeraldBut he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.
F. Scott FitzgeraldBut I always felt that I'd rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning.
F. Scott Fitzgerald