She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure; she covered her face with powder and paint because she didn't need it and she refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.
I've tried so many times to think of a new way to say it—and its still I love you—love you—love you—my Sweetheart—
I wish the Beautiful and Damned had been a maturely written book because it was all true. We ruined ourselves—I have never honestly thought that we ruined each other
There was Paris and the heat and the ice-cream that did not melt and buying clothes—and Rome and your friends from the British Embassy and your drinking, drinking.
We lived in the rue Tilsitt, in red plush and Teddy came for tea and we went to the markets with the Murphies.
There were the Wimans and Mary Hay and Eva La Galliene [Le Gallienne] and rides in the Bois at dawn and the night we all played puss-in-the-corner at the Ritz.
We drank corn on the wings of an aeroplane in the moon-light and danced at the country-club and came back.
I note on the table beside my bed this morning a new book with an orange jacket entitled The Beautiful and Damned. It is a strange book, which has for me an uncanny fascination.
On one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and also scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar.
Everyone must buy this book for the following aesthetic reasons: first, because I know where there is the cutest cloth-of-gold dress for only three hundred dollars in a store on Forty-second Street.
I've tried so many times to think of a new way to say it—and its still I love you—love you—love you—my Sweetheart—
I wish the Beautiful and Damned had been a maturely written book because it was all true. We ruined ourselves—I have never honestly thought that we ruined each other
The nearest I ever came to leaving you was when you told me you thot I was a fairy in the Rue Palatine but now whatever you said aroused a sort of detached pity for you.
We came to Europe and I was sick and complained always.
We drank always and finally came to France because there were always too many people in the house.
Then I was horribly sick, from trying to have a baby and you didn't care much and when I was well we came back to Paris.
We lived in the rue Tilsitt, in red plush and Teddy came for tea and we went to the markets with the Murphies.
From the books
Every book with a quote collection of its own, each line verified against the text.
- Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda quotes · 7 lines (2002)
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