but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLove 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 canโt repeat the past.โ โCanโt repeat the past?โ he cried incredulously. โWhy of course you can!
F. Scott Fitzgerald