Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to a... - F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

"My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss."

"Think how you love me,"she whispered. "I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night."

"Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do; they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval."

"Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself."