The notion of sitting down and conjuring up, not only words in which to clothe thoughts but thoughts worthy of being clothed — the whole thing was ab… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire — I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

"I see you're looking at my cuff buttons."
I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.