I was haunted always by my other life-my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane... There is… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that afternoon…” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“When you get drunk you don't tear anything apart except yourself.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In a few days I'll have lived one score and three days in this vale of tears. On I plod-always bored, often… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“There was a ripe mystery about it, a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other bedrooms, of gay and radiant activities… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I want you to take a red-hot bath as hot as you can bear it, and just relax your nerves. You can read in… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Another dawn flung itself across the river; a belated taxi hurried along the street, its lamps still shining like burning eyes in a face… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills but getting few myself except those I read into men… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He was good looking, "sort of distinguished when he wants to be", had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
