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
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.
For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.
How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.
...one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghosty heart.
I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.
The Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made
Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.
Either you think or else others have to think for you and take power from you.
Nick, on the Buchanans: ""They were careless people, Tom and Daisy -- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made
Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor
Theyre a rotten crowd, I shouted across the lawn. Youre worth the whole damn bunch put together.'