My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss. Autor: F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Quote More from F. Scott Fitzgerald “What a feeble thing intelligence is, with its short steps, its waverings, its p…” “Well, if someone is a bad driver and all the other drivers around them are good…” “e continuiamo a remare, barche contro corrente, risospinti senza posa nel passa…” “A pause; it endured horribly.”