“Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan, I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs, and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms.”
Nick Carraway in The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Chekhov, with an embarrassed grin stroked his little beard and mumbled some indistinct answer. Tolstoy, gazing out to sea, said, “I was a tireless fuck."
— Maksim Gorky, Recollections of Tolstoy (via grigoriiatticus)