F. Scott Fitzgerald
An American novelist, short story writer, and screenwriter, widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century.
Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one...just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.
He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.
Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.
The rich are different from you and me.
Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me.
An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.
It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day.
One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.
Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
Her voice is full of money.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
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.