Quotes from F Scott Fitzgerald

These people could appreciate me and take me for granted, and these men would fall in love with me and admire me, whereas the clever men I meet would just analyze me and tell me I'm this because of this or that because of that. —Anthony for the moment wanted fiercely to paint her, to set her down now, as she was, as, as with each relentless second she could never be again. What

Oh God! One minute it's my world, and the next I'm the world's fool.

He got the reputation for being a good musician because he drank so much that his friends had to explain him away somehow--

Professor Dohmler raised himself like a legless man mounting a pair of crutches.

He was at once the commonest and the most remarkable product of civilization. He was nine out of ten people that one passes on a city street—and he was a hairless ape with two dozen tricks. He was the hero of a thousand romances of life and art—and he was a virtual moron, performing staidly yet absurdly a series of complicated and infinitely astounding epics over a span of threescore years.

it's the paternal instinct, Amory—celibacy goes deeper than the flesh. . . .

Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year.

Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

In the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies a drunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold with jewels. Gravely the men turn in at a house - the wrong house. But no one knows the woman's name, and no one cares.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.

No amount of fre or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

Almost impersonally he was convinced that no woman he had ever met compared in any way with Gloria. She was deeply herself; she was immeasurably sincere—of these things he was certain. Beside her the two dozen schoolgirls and débutantes, young married women and waifs and strays whom he had known were so many females, in the word's most contemptuous sense, breeders and bearers, exuding still that faintly odorous atmosphere of the cave and the nursery.