They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAnd after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIn short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.
F. Scott Fitzgerald