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61 " Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss.'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two... "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Diamond as Big as the Ritz, and Other Stories
62 " . . . confirmed libertines don't reform until they're tired . . . "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Offshore Pirate
63 " They always believe that 'things are in a bad way now,' but they 'haven't any faith in these idealists.' One minute they call Wilson 'just a dreamer, not practical'- a year later they rail at him for making his dreams realities. They haven't clear logical ideas on one single subject except a sturdy, stolid opposition to all change. They don't think uneducated people should be highly paid, but they won't see that if they don't pay the uneducated people their children are going to be uneducated too, and we're going round and round in a circle. That- is the great middle class. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , This Side of Paradise
64 " Communism as I see it has no place in the United States, and the American people will not stand for its teachings. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
65 " The important thing is that you should not argue with them [Communists]....Whatever you say, they have ways of twisting it into shapes which put you in some lower category of mankind, ‘Fascist,’ ‘Liberal,’ ‘Trotskyist,’ and disparage you both intellectually and personally in the process. "
66 " Communism...muat of necessity be a saddening process for anyone who has ever tasted the intellectual pleasures of the world we live in. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , Dear Scott/Dear Max: The Fitzgerald-Perkins Correspondence
67 " I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Short Stories
68 " He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , Tender Is the Night
69 " I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I’m his ideal. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , Winter Dreams
70 " Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Great Gatsby
71 " It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air. "
72 " When I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it. "
73 " You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me. "
74 " All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Beautiful and Damned
75 " Aristocracy's only an admission that certain traits which we call fine - courage and honor and beauty and all that sort of thing - can best be developed in a favorable environment, where you don't have the warpings of ignorance and necessity. "
76 " A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. "
77 " He watched her for several minutes. Something was stirred in him, something not accounted for by the warm smell of the afternoon or the triumphant vividness of red. He felt persistently that the girl was beautiful — then of a sudden he understood: it was her distance, not a rare and precious distance of soul but still distance, if only in terrestrial yards. The autumn air was between them, and the roofs and the blurred voices. Yet for a not altogether explained second, posing perversely in time, his emotion had been nearer to adoration than in the deepest kiss he had ever known. "
78 " Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon. "
79 " Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so. "
80 " I could never be a Communist. I could never be regimented. I could never be told what to write. "