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.
My dream had become my reality: my old life was a discarded husk.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
It's better to write about things you feel than about things you know about.
You insisted on thinking of them as angels, even if they were fallen angels.
To see things as they really were--what an empoverishment!