Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 – December 21, 1940) was an American author of novels and short stories, whose works are the paradigm writings of the Jazz Age, a term he coined himself. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. Fitzgerald is considered a member of the “Lost Generation” of the 1920s. He finished four novels: This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, his most famous, The Great Gatsby and what is now considered his true masterpiece, Tender Is the Night. A fifth, unfinished novel, The Love of the Last Tycoon, was published posthumously. Fitzgerald also wrote many short stories that treat themes of youth and promise along with despair and age.
1. SO WE BEAT ON, BOATS AGAINST THE CURRENT, BORNE BACK CEASELESSLY INTO THE PAST.
2. I HOPE SHE’LL BE A FOOL — THAT’S THE BEST THING A GIRL CAN BE IN THIS WORLD, A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FOOL.
3. I DON’T WANT TO REPEAT MY INNOCENCE. I WANT THE PLEASURE OF LOSING IT AGAIN.
4. THAT IS PART OF THE BEAUTY OF ALL LITERATURE. YOU DISCOVER THAT YOUR LONGINGS ARE UNIVERSAL LONGINGS, THAT YOU’RE NOT LONELY AND ISOLATED FROM ANYONE. YOU BELONG.
5. SHOW ME A HERO, AND I’LL WRITE YOU A TRAGEDY.
6. CUT OUT ALL THESE EXCLAMATION POINTS. AN EXCLAMATION POINT IS LIKE LAUGHING AT YOUR OWN JOKE.
7. WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE CRITICIZING ANY ONE…JUST REMEMBER THAT ALL THE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD HAVEN’T HAD THE ADVANTAGES THAT YOU’VE HAD.
8. THERE ARE ONLY THE PURSUED, THE PURSUING, THE BUSY AND THE TIRED.
9. AND I LIKE LARGE PARTIES. THEY’RE SO INTIMATE. AT SMALL PARTIES THERE ISN’T ANY PRIVACY.
10. YOU DON’T WRITE BECAUSE YOU WANT TO SAY SOMETHING, YOU WRITE BECAUSE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY.
11. YOU SEE I USUALLY FIND MYSELF AMONG STRANGERS BECAUSE I DRIFT HERE AND THERE TRYING TO FORGET THE SAD THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO ME.
12. FIRST YOU TAKE A DRINK, THEN THE DRINK TAKES A DRINK, THEN THE DRINK TAKES YOU.
13. IT WAS ONLY A SUNNY SMILE, AND LITTLE IT COST IN THE GIVING, BUT LIKE MORNING LIGHT IT SCATTERED THE NIGHT AND MADE THE DAY WORTH LIVING.
14. I WAS WITHIN AND WITHOUT. SIMULTANEOUSLY ENCHANTED AND REPELLED BY THE INEXHAUSTIBLE VARIETY OF LIFE.
15. IT WAS ALWAYS THE BECOMING HE DREAMED OF, NEVER THE BEING.
16. AT EIGHTEEN OUR CONVICTIONS ARE HILLS FROM WHICH WE LOOK; AT FORTY-FIVE THEY ARE CAVES IN WHICH WE HIDE.
17. I’VE BEEN DRUNK FOR ABOUT A WEEK NOW, AND I THOUGHT IT MIGHT SOBER ME UP TO SIT IN A LIBRARY.
18. I HOPE SOMETHING HAPPENS. I’M RESTLESS AS THE DEVIL AND HAVE A HORROR OF GETTING FAT OR FALLING IN LOVE AND GROWING DOMESTIC.
19. SOMETIMES IT IS HARDER TO DEPRIVE ONESELF OF A PAIN THAN OF A PLEASURE.
20. ALL GOOD WRITING IS LIKE SWIMMING UNDERWATER AND HOLDING YOUR BREATH.
21. GROWN UP, AND THAT IS A TERRIBLY HARD THING TO DO. IT IS MUCH EASIER TO SKIP IT AND GO FROM ONE CHILDHOOD TO ANOTHER.
22. AN ARTIST IS SOMEONE WHO CAN HOLD TWO OPPOSING VIEWPOINTS AND STILL REMAIN FULLY FUNCTIONAL.
23. SO HE TASTED THE DEEP PAIN THAT IS RESERVED ONLY FOR THE STRONG, JUST AS HE HAD TASTED FOR A LITTLE WHILE THE DEEP HAPPINESS.