The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.
Zelda FitzgeraldI take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.
Zelda FitzgeraldI suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
Zelda FitzgeraldThey hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
Zelda Fitzgerald