The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThese lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desireโI shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail.
F. Scott FitzgeraldFor the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!
F. Scott Fitzgeraldthe intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.
F. Scott Fitzgerald