F. Scott Fitzgerald, an American author, is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. His most famous work, The Great Gatsby, explores themes of wealth, love, and the American Dream, resonating with generations of readers. Fitzgerald's ability to capture the spirit of his time with lyrical prose and deep psychological insight has made his work timeless. His legacy inspires writers to explore the complexities of human nature and societal values while also reflecting on the impact of their own era.
"Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval."
"I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified."
"Men don't often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing."
"That's the whole burden of this novel - the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world that you don't care whether things are true or false as long as they partake of the magical glory."
"I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy and a tragic attitude toward tragedy - why I had become identified with the objects of my horror or compassion."
"Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?"
"When a girl feels that she's perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That's charm."
"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."
"You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say."
"Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right."
"Her fine high forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet and shining, the colour of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood -- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her."
"The attitude of the city on his action was of no importance to him, not because he was going to leave the city, but because any outside attitude on the situation seemed superficial. He was completely indifferent to popular opinion."
"Their point of resemblance to each other and their difference from so many American women, lay in the fact that they were all happy to exist in a man's world--they preserved their individuality through men and not by opposition to them. They would all three have made alternatively good courtesans or good wives not by the accident of birth but through the greater accident of finding their man or not finding him."
"He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse."
"Isn't Hollywood a dump - in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement."
"I mean the women who, without any of the prerogatives of youth and beauty, demand continual slavery from their men....They sit back complacently and watch their husbands slave for them; and, without furnishing any of the pleasantries of life for their husbands, they demand the sort of continual attention that a charming fiance might get....They are harridans and shrews who continually nag and scold until the men are driven idiotic."
"He thinks himself rather an exceptional young man, thoroughly sophisticated, well adjusted to his environment, and somewhat more significant than any one else he knows."
"I want to be able to do anything with words: handle slashing, flaming descriptions like Wells, and use the paradox with the clarity of Samuel Butler, the breadth of Bernard Shaw and the wit of Oscar Wilde, I want to do the wide sultry heavens of Conrad, the rolled-gold sundowns and crazy-quilt skies of Hitchens and Kipling as well as the pastel dawns and twilights of Chesterton. All that is by way of example. As a matter of fact I am a professed literary thief, hot after the best methods of every writer in my generation."
"She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful."
"Writers aren't people exactly. Or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person."
"There was not a moving up into vacated places, there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future."
"The notion of sitting down and conjuring up, not only words in which to clothe thoughts but thoughts worthy of being clothed--the whole thing was absurdly beyond his desires."
"This is all. It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn't do - and wouldn't last."
"We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day."
"It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did."
"The cleverly expressed opposite of any generally accepted idea is worth a fortune to somebody."
"You don't know what a trial it is to be -like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me."
