Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.
There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot;there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet thewaters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, respo...
The strongest guard is placed at the gateway to nothing. Maybe because the condition of emptiness is too shameful to be divulged.
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.
Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night
So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.
She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.
She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to sa...
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there...
Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.
If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired
I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.
I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.
He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then,...
Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.
All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.
I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswise across his character and disposition and general outlook.
The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should b...