The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late into the summer dusk down in the busy city for young Hildegarde whom he loved; the days before that when he sat smoking far into the night in the gloomy old Button house on Monroe Street with his grandfather-all these had faded like unsubstantial dreams from his mind as though they had never been. He did not remember.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI am a woman and my business is to hold things together. My business is to tear them apart.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.
F. Scott FitzgeraldBaltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.
F. Scott Fitzgerald