Occupation: Novelist Birth: December 30, 1895 Death: December 13, 1972
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 ….
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there..
My dream had become my reality: my old life was a discarded husk..
To see things as they really were--what an empoverishment!.
It's better to write about things you feel than about things you know about..
Grown-ups didn't seem to realize that for me, as for most other schoolboys, it was easier to keep silent than to speak. I was a natural oyster..
You insisted on thinking of them as angels, even if they were fallen angels..
Readers tend to devour short stories on a newssheet, but would be disinclined to read them in collections.