Men don’t often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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You’re just the romantic age,” she continued- “fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.” - Hildegarde

F. Scott Fitzgerald


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It was a dark afternoon, threatening rain and the end of the world, and done in that particularly gloomy gray in which only New York afternoons indulge. A breeze was crying down the streets, whisking along battered newspapers and pieces of things, and little lights were pricking out all the windows- it was so desolate that one was sorry for the tops of sky-scrapers lost up there in the dark green and gray heaven.

F. Scott Fitzgerald


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All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

F. Scott Fitzgerald


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There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.

F. Scott Fitzgerald


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Very well then, better a sane crook than a mad puritan.

F. Scott Fitzgerald


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A writer wastes nothing.

F. Scott Fitzgerald


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I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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