F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, known professionally as F. Scott Fitzgerald, 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. Fitzgerald is considered a member of the "Lost Generation" of the 1920s. He finished four novels: This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, The Great Gatsby, and Tender Is the Night. A fifth, unfinished novel, The...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 September 1896
CitySaint Paul, MN
CountryUnited States of America
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.
Some men have a necessity to be mean, as if they were exercising a faculty which they had to partially neglect since early childhood.
Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.
Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play.
Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written.
There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.
Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared-really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.
Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.' You'll always be like this to me.' Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.
No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.