There was a midsummer restlessness abroad — early August with imprudent loves and impulsive crimes. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

The truth is that the public has done one of those startling and amazing things that they do about once in a hundred years. They've seized an idea.
"What is it?"
"That however the brains and abilities of men may differ, their stomachs are essentially the same."

She wanted what most women want, but she wanted it much more fiercely and passionately.

She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of–” I hesitated.

“Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly.

That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money–that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it.