You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.
F. Scott FitzgeraldGrown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWomen are necessarily capable of almost anything in their struggle for survival and can scarcely be convicted of such man-made crimes as โcruelty.
F. Scott Fitzgerald