Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghosty heart

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go by any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.

No such thing as a man willing to be honest -- that would be like a blind man willing to see.

Learn young about hard work and manners - and you'll be through the whole dirty mess and nicely dead again before you know it.

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

Life was a damned muddle — a football game with everyone offside and the referee gotten rid of — everyone claiming the referee would have been on his side.

You don't write because you want to say something; you write because you've got something to say.

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

If you're strong enough, there are no precedents.

Learn young about hard work and manners — and you'll be through the whole dirty mess and nicely dead again before you know it.

I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

There never was a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people, if he's any good.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

I'm a romantic a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.

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.

The change came a long way back, but at first it didn't show. The manner remains intact for some time after the morale cracks.