“ I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational. F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well. F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ Genius' was a word loosely used by expatriot Americans in Paris and Rome, between the Versailles Peace treaty and the Depression, to cover all varieties of artistic, literary and musical experimentali… Robert Graves
“ In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him. Irony was the final polish of t… F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ My courage is faith--faith in the eternal resilience of me--that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wid… F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ The grass is full of ghosts tonight.' 'The whole campus is alive with them.' They paused by Little and watched the moon rise, to make silver of the slate roof of Dodd and blue the rustling trees. 'You… F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ A writer must find his own grain, way, bent. ...He aspires to create new and original works. His way is alone. If he succumbs to ideologies, he turns into a mouthpiece. He must hang on to his identity… F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ If I hurt your feelings we ought to discuss it. I don't like this kiss-and-forget.''But I don't want to argue. I think it's wonderful that we can kiss and forget, and when we can't it'll be time to ar… F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can. F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ No girl can permanently bolster up a lame-duck visitor, because these day it's every girl for herself. F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ He watched her for several minutes. Something was stirred in him, something not accounted for by the warm smell of the afternoon or the triumphant vividness of red. He felt persistently that the girl… F. Scott Fitzgerald
“ I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I’m his ideal. F. Scott Fitzgerald
