then, as though it had been waiting on a near by roof for their arrival, the moon came slanting suddenly through the vines and turned the girl's face the color of white roses.
F. Scott FitzgeraldBegin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created - nothing.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldwe both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled in. But deep in us both was something that made us require more for happiness. I didn't know what I wanted
F. Scott Fitzgerald