Francis Scott Fitzgerald

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

sat down discreetly in the living-room and read a chapter of Simon Called Peter —either it was terrible stuff or the whiskey distorted things, because it didn’t make any sense to me.

"I like men of your age," Hildegarde told him. "Young boys are so idiotic. They tell me how much champagne they drink at college, and how much money they lose playing cards. Men of your age know how to appreciate women."

We're going through the black air with our arms wide and our feet straight out behind like a dolphin's tail, and we're going to think we'll never hit the silver down there till suddenly it'll be all warm round us and full of little kissing, caressing waves."

And it was with his glad sigh of relief when her light watery laughter curled up the side of the cliff and into his anxious ears that he knew he loved her

watching the day fade colorfully and tragically into the infinite langour of a tropical evening

I thought you weren't afraid."

"I never am—but I won't throw my life away just to show one man I'm not."

I'd have enjoyed astonishing you—watching your eyes open on things. If you only wanted things! Don't you see?"