I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
Zelda FitzgeraldWhy should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
Zelda FitzgeraldI play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.
Zelda Fitzgerald