She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.
Zelda FitzgeraldEmptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled โthe past,โ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue.
Zelda FitzgeraldLook closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
Zelda FitzgeraldThe sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.
Zelda Fitzgerald