I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.

Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune, while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure.

I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.