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An author ought to write for the youth of his generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmasters of ever afterward. —F.S. Fitzgerald
That’s the whole burden of this novel —the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world so that you don’t care whether things are true or false. —F. S. Fitzgerlad
Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. 'All right', I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool—that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. —F.S. Fitzgerald
—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen", a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. —F.S. Fitzgerald