“I had a woman up here last week to look at my feet, and when she gave me the bill you'd of thought she had my appendicitus out.” — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I had a woman up here last week to look at my feet, and when she gave me the bill you'd of thought she… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Whenever you feel like criticising any one, just remember that all of the people in the world haven't had the advantages that you've had.” — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person. — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He was wondering at the unreality of ideas, at the fading radiance of existence, and at the little absorptions that were creeping avidly into… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.An author… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“the room had grown smothery. He wanted to be out in some cool and bitter breeze, miles above the cities, and to live serene… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I love her and that's the beginning of everything. - F. Scott Fitzgerald — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“this midnight my desire will see, shadowed among the embers, furled in flame, the splendor and the sadness of the world” — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go by any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
And in the end, we're all just humans, drunk on the idea that love - only love - could heal our brokenness. — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
