You insisted on thinking of them as angels, even if they were fallen angels.
To see things as they really were--what an empoverishment!
My dream had become my reality: my old life was a discarded husk.
It's better to write about things you feel than about things you know about.
Readers tend to devour short stories on a newssheet, but would be disinclined to read them in collections
Mr. Scott Fitzgerald deserves a good shaking. Here is an unmistakable talent unashamed of making itself a motley to the view. The Great Gatsby is an absurd story, whether considered as romance, melodrama, or plain record of New York high life.