e continuiamo a remare, barche contro corrente, risospinti senza posa nel passato. Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Quote More from F. Scott Fitzgerald “The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes becau…” “all the city was playing with this sound out there in the blue summer dark, thr…” “It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the window…” “Open the whisky, Tom,' she ordered, 'and I'll make you a mint julep. Then you w…”