Thereโs a writer for you,โ he said. โKnows everything and at the same time he knows nothing.โ [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writersโbecause if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answerโstill it belittled him in my eyes. Writers arenโt people exactly. Or, if theyโre any good, theyโre a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. Itโs like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward tryingโonly to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSheโs got an indiscreet voice,โ I remarked. โItโs full of-โ I hesitated. โHer voice is full of money,โ he said suddenly. That was it. Iโd never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbalsโ song of it.
F. Scott Fitzgerald