F. Scott Fitzgerald

"So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness."

"Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself."

"I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity."

"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything."

"If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them."

"If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. 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 for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No--Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men."

"Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window."

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."

"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."

"Human sympathy has its limits."

"I could never be a Communist. I could never be regimented. I could never be told what to write."

"An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional."

"Breathing dreams like air"

"Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?"

"“Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.”"

"For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming."

"The victor belongs to the spoils."

"The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young."

"Forgotten is forgiven."

"A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain."