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The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.
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How strange to have failed as a social creature - even criminals do not fail that way - they are the law's 'Loyal Opposition,' so to speak. But the insane are always mere guests on earth, eternal strangers carrying around broken decalogues that they cannot read.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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You really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
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In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
My idea is always to reach my generation. The wise writer writes for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmasters of ever afterward.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane... There is something awe-inspiring in one who has lost all inhibitions.
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The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.
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He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.
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All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase- 'I love you.' (From: The Offshore Pirate)
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She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.
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Forgotten is forgiven.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
Understand now, I'm purely a fiction writer and do not profess to be an earnest student of political science, but I believe strongly that such a law as one prohibiting liquor is foolish, and all the writers, keenly interested in human welfare whom I know, laugh at the prohibition law.
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Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.
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No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.
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After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -
The victor belongs to the spoils.
F. Scott Fitzgerald