Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

I doubt if, after all, I'll ever write anything again worth putting in print.

bouleversement and was hurrying into line with his generation.

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.

I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't repeat the past.' 'Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!' He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

With the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.

After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.

He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her — that he was leaving her behind.

I've got one more record, she said. -Have you heard 'So Long, Letty'? I suppose you have. Honestly, you don't understand-I haven't heard a thing. Nor known, nor smelt, nor tasted, he might have added; only hot-cheeked girls in hot secret rooms. The young maidens he had known at New Haven in 1914 kissed men, saying There!, hands at the man's chest to push him away. Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent....

But the space between heaven and earth had cooled his mind, destroyed the impulsiveness that had led him to bring her here, and made him aware of the too obvious appeal, the struggle with an unrehearsed scene and unfamiliar words.

The voluptuous chords of the wedding march done in blasphemous syncopation issued in a delirious blend from the trombones and saxophones--and

beating back the tide

there was never any doubt at whom he was looking or talking — and this is a flattering attention, for who looks at us? — glances fall upon us, curious or disinterested, nothing more.

Though she thought of her body as a mass of frailties, she considered her soul quite as ill, and therefore important in her life.

Had a hell of a dream about you last night," came in the cracked voice through the cigar smoke.

there were no dreams, no dreams to haunt him.

She didn't like it, he said immediately. Of course she did. She didn't like it, he insisted. She didn't have a good time. He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression. I feel far away from her, he said. It's hard to make her understand. You mean about the dance? The dance? He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers. Old sport, the dance is unimportant.

On the centre of the lake, cooled by the piercing current of the Rhône, lay the true centre of the Western World. Upon it floated swans like boats and boats like swans, both lost in the nothingness of the heartless beauty.

loss of those illusions that give such color to the world so that you don't care whether things are true or false as long as they partake of the magical glory.

Communism as I see it has no place in the United States, and the American people will not stand for its teachings.

He merely slid into the matter through his inability to make definite judgments. He could say No! neither to man nor woman; borrower and temptress alike found him tender-minded and pliable. Indeed he seldom made decisions at all, and when he did they were but half-hysterical resolves formed in the panic of some aghast and irreparable awakening.

up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She

Like so many men he had found that he had only one or two idea--that his little collection of pamphlets now in its fiftieth German edition contained the germ of all he would ever think or know.

Either you think - or else others have to think for you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

Tell me about it. Tell me about your private life, Baby, and your opinions. You never do - we always talk about Nicole.