F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, known professionally as F. Scott Fitzgerald, was an American novelist and short story writer, whose works are the paradigmatic writings of the Jazz Age. 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, The Great Gatsby, and Tender Is the Night. A fifth, unfinished novel, The...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 September 1896
CitySaint Paul, MN
CountryUnited States of America
F. Scott Fitzgerald quotes about
Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.
It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.
The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.
Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk.
I want to be a society vampire, you see.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---
They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.
You remind me of a smoked cigarette.
When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds’ wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.
She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.