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
And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
Beware the artist who's an intellectual also. The artist who doesn't fit.
Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.
Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.
Life was a damned muddle - a football game with everyone offside and the referee gotten rid of - everyone claiming the referee would have been on his side.
I hate dainty minds,' answered Marjorie. 'But a girl has to be dainty in person. If she looks like a million dollars she can talk about Russia, ping-pong, or the League of Nations and get away with it.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.
She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.
he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.