F. Scott Fitzgerald
Born: September 24th, 1896 - Minnesota, U.S.
Died: December 21st, 1940 - California, U.S.
short story writer
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.
So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.
- The Great Gatsby
All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase--"I love you."
- The Offshore Pirate
Receding from grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there.
- Tender is the Night
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
- The Crack-Up
I simply state that I'm a product of a versatile mind in a restless generation — with every reason to throw my mind and pen in with the radicals.
- This Side of Paradise
Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
- The Diamond as Big as the Ritz