BiographyType: Novelist, short story writer Born: September 24, 1896 Died: December 21, 1940 (aged 44) Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 – December 21, 1940) was an American novelist and short story writer, whose works are the paradigmatic writings of the Jazz Age. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. |
And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Actually that’s my secret - I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.
An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.
So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.
Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.
I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.
I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.
Writers aren't exactly people.... They're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go
Men don’t often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.
He found that the business of optimism was no mean task.