“There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“As an indifference cherished, or left to atrophy, becomes an emptiness, to this extent he had learned to become empty of Nicole, serving her against his will with negations and emotional neglect. One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
