F. Scott Fitzgerald

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

The beautiful and damned.

Youth is like a summer day.

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard.

In the dark night of the soul it's always three in the morning.

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I'll tell you a story.

One of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax.

The man who arrives at forty with a fortune has made his way by methods which are not those of the world of letters.

It takes a genius to whine pitifully.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

I don't want just a part of you and your soul and your mind and your heart—I want everything.

Too much ambition is a sin.

The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.

Never confuse movement with action.

What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.

There are no second acts in American lives.

First you take your wildest dreams and you make them come true.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.