“Deepest of all in her personality was the golden radiance that she diffused around her. As an open fire in a dark… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
...Baltimore. It's imperfect. Boy, is it imperfect. And there are parts of its past that make you wince. It's not all marble… — Laura Lippman Copy Share Image
“I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He seduces her because she is slipping away - she lets herself be seduced because of overwhelming admiration. Once settled, it is… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“This was Scott. This is Scott, always looking back to try to figure out how to go forward, where happiness and prosperity… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share Image
“But Amory, being on the spot, leaned over quickly and kissed Myra’s cheek. He had never kissed a girl before, and he… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“An idea ran backward and forward in his head like a blind man, knocking over the solid furniture.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“What must love itself in its fullness, its perfection be. He did not know that what he was experiencing then, that unreal,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Always, after he was in bed, there were voices - indefinite, fading, enchanting - just outside his window, and before he fell… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Daddy's girl. Was it a 'itty-bitty bravekins and did it suffer? Oooooo-tweet, de tweetest thing, wasn't she dest too tweet? Before her… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“My whole theory of writing I can sum up in one sentence. An author ought to write for the youth of his… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“There's only one lesson to be learned form life, anyway," interrupted Gloria, not in contradiction but in a sort of melancholy agreement.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“she wanted to know what American writers I liked. "Hawthorne, Henry James, Emily Dickinson…" "No, living." Ah, well, hmm, let's see: how… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Scott is gone. I've had two days with this truth. This truth and me, we're acquainted now, past the shock of our… — Therese Anne Fowler Copy Share Image
“He was changed as completely as Amory Blaine could ever be changed. Amory plus Beatrice plus two years in Minneapolis - these… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He cared only about people; he was scarcely conscious of places except for their weather, until they had been invested with color… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
