I 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 FitzgeraldAnd only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.
Zelda FitzgeraldPronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.
Zelda Fitzgerald