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About F. Scott Fitzgerald

Illustrated portrait of F. Scott Fitzgerald
He knew that Daisy was extraordinary, but he didn’t realize just how extraordinary a “nice” girl could be. She vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby—nothing. He felt married to her, that was all.
— Nick (narration) · F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter 8
I’ve always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end.
— Nick (narration) · F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter 8
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about … like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
— Nick (narration) · F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter 8
I have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that afternoon; so everything that happened has a dim, hazy cast over it, although until after eight o’clock the apartment was full of cheerful sun.
— Nick (narration) · F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter 2
Americans, while willing, even eager, to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.
— Nick (narration) · F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter 5
She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall.
— Nick (narration) · F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925), Chapter 1

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