Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers... Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Quote More from F. Scott Fitzgerald “Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those un…” “Wilson shook his head. His eyes narrowed and his mouth widened slightly with th…” “I want you to take a red-hot bath as hot as you can bear it, and just relax you…” “I guess I'm the Black Death,' he said slowly. 'I don't seem to bring people hap…”