Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIn short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIn the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe's a bootlegger....One time he killed a man who found out that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.
F. Scott Fitzgerald