I was haunted always by my other life-my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon the day's letter from Alabama-would it come and what would it say?-my shabby suits, my poverty, and love. While my friends were launching decently into life I had muscled my inadequate bark into midstream... I was a failure-mediocre at advertising work and unable to get started as a writer. Hating the city, I got roaring, weeping drunk on my last penny and went home.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThis unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHer beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.
F. Scott FitzgeraldEven when everything seems rotten you can't trust that judgment. It's the sum of all your judgments that counts.
F. Scott Fitzgerald