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The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
Age: 43 †
Born: 1897
Born: September 24
Died: 1940
Died: December 21
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Francis Scott Fitzgerald
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She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.
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Never walk near the bed to a ghost your ankle is your most vulnerable part-once in bed, you're safe he may lie around under the bed all night, but you're safe as daylight. If you still have doubts pull the blanket over your head.
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The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.
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She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.
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I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
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The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.
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It is not merely enough to have the ability to be persistant, you must also have the ability to start over.
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I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt.
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Joan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living.
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he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.
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I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can.
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Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.
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