Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald

“By God, I may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish.”

“Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act...”

“Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.”

“There are always those to whom all self-revelation is contemptible, unless it ends with a noble thanks to the gods for the Unconquerable Soul.”

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

“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

“He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.”

“It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.”

“Before I go on with this short history, let me make a general observation the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still reta...”

“I suppose that there's a caddish streak in every man that runs crosswise across his character and disposition and general outlook.”

“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.”

“Everybodys youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”

“Always, after he was in bed, there were voices - indefinite, fading, enchanting - just outside his window, and before he fell asleep he would dream one of his favorites waking dreams.”

“The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and r...”

“The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.”

“I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.”

“I lived here once," the author said after a moment."Here? For a long time?""No. For just a little while when I was young.""It must have been rather cramped.""I didn't notice.""Would you like to try...”

“...he told me all the things he liked to THINK he thought in the misty past.”

“It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.”

“But magic must hurry on, and the lovers remain...”