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.
F. Scott FitzgeraldOften I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.
F. Scott FitzgeraldScratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIn a few days I'll have lived one score and three days in this vale of tears. On I plod-always bored, often drunk, doing no penance for my faults-rather do I become more tolerant of myself from day to day, hardening my crystal heart with blasphemous humor and shunning only toothpicks, pathos, and poverty as being the three unforgivable things in life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald