As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

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She is by no means a model character.

I hate careless people. That's why I like you.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

Whenever you feel like criticzing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.

There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.

The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the incident ever since.

Is kissing you generally considered a joyful affair?

I guess I'm the Black Death,' he said slowly. 'I don't seem to bring people happiness any more.

At our convictions are hills from which we look At they are caves in which we hide.

She's got an indiscreet voice,' I remarked. ‘It's full of——‘ I hesitated. ‘Her voice is full of money,' he said suddenly.

She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.

Back out,' he suggested after a moment. ‘Put her in reverse.' ‘But the WHEEL'S off!' He hesitated. ‘No harm in trying,' he said.

Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. ‘Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.