F. Scott Fitzgerald Quote

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song.


The Last Tycoon: An Unfinished Novel : Together with The Great Gatsby and Selected Stories (ed. New York, Scribner, 1941)


His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most,...

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most,...

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most,...

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most,...