Open the whisky, Tom,' she ordered, 'and I'll make you a mint julep. Then you won't seem so stupid to yourself... Look at the mint!
F. Scott FitzgeraldCan't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!"
He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.
They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI have lived so long within the circle of this book and with these characters that often it seems to me that the real world does not exist but that only these characters exist, and however pretentious that remark sounds... it is an absolute fact-- so much so that their glees and woes are just exactly as important to me as what happens in life.
F. Scott FitzgeraldNo," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me."
Horace stopped quickly in front of her.
"Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?"
"Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.
Stichwörter: kissing
Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss.
'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two...
Stichwörter: rich freedom fitzgerald poor the-diamond-as-big-as-the-ritz
In fact to write (This Side of Paradise) took three months; to conceive it-- three minutes; to collect the data in it-- all my life.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere's no 'Safety First' in Art.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWhat was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?
F. Scott FitzgeraldWhen I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: beauty
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