The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWell, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThis is perhaps the best feeling in the world. I love going to sleep at night and wondering what weird and wonderful dreams I'm going to have however I always prolong sleep as long as possible, immeasurably happy simply listening to the sound of my fiancees breathing and feeling his arms around me. It's when you fall in love with these little things that you know you're truly in love.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThen a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.
F. Scott Fitzgerald