I don't care much where I am any more, nor expect very much from places. You will understand this. To me, it is a development of something that began long ago in my writing ā to try to dig up the relevant, the essential, and especially the dramatic and glamorous from whatever life is around. I used to think that my sensory impression of the world came from outside. I used to actually believe that it was as objective as blue skies or a piece of music. Now I know it was within, and emphatically cherish what little is left.
F. Scott FitzgeraldĀ in a letter toĀ Gerald Murphy,Ā The Letters of F. Scott FitzgeraldĀ (March 11, 1938)

















