And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
…It appears that every man’s insomnia is as different from his neighbor’s as are their daytime hopes and aspirations. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sleeping and Waking. December, 1934.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
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. F. Scott Fitzgerald
And in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up
…and, more than these, the contradiction between the dead hand of the past and the high intentions of the future. The Crack Up, F. Scott Fitzgerald. February, 1936.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune, while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure. This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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