F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes:
Ocupation: Author
Life: September 24, 1896 - December 21, 1940
Birthday: September 24
Death: December 21
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.
topic: Real, Dark, Winter, Braces, Winter Night, Wreaths, Sleighs
