Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . . — John Keats Copy Share Image
I'd like to do Nicole Diver in F. Scott Fitzgerald's 'Tender Is the Night,' if that ever gets made. — Rosamund Pike Copy Share Image
One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I developed a mania for Fitzgerald - by the time I'd graduated from high school I'd read everything he'd written. I started… — A. Scott Berg 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
Writers are notoriously unable to know about themselves. Faulkner thought 'The Fable' was his best novel. F. Scott Fitzgerald liked 'Tender Is… — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
I read a lot of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I love 'Tender is the Night,' and its atmosphere of doomed romance. He was… — David Nicholls 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
“That’s going to be your trouble — judgment about yourself. (Tender is the Night)” — Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Already he felt her absence from these skies: on the beach he could only remember the sun-torn flesh of her shoulder; at… — 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
Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Afterwards, he just sat, happy to live in the past. The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He desired her and, so far as her virginal emotions went, she contemplated a surrender with equanimity. Yet she knew she would… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
