Dick walked beside her, feeling her unhappiness, and wanting to drink the rain that touched her cheek. Autor: F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Quote More from F. Scott Fitzgerald “Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created…” “Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make lif…” “A jó modor annak beismerése, hogy minden ember törékeny, és így csak kesztyűs k…” “Junior writers $300; Minor poets—$500 a week; Broken novelists—$850-1000; One p…”