You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I?… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I'm inclined to reserve all judgement, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and made me the victim… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
the growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A lot of young girls together is a romantic secret thing like the first sight of wild ducks at dawn. — 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
