If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promise of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines...

I’ll drink your champagne. I’ll drink every drop of it, I don’t care if it kills me.

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...

The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow’s, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath – and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and...

You’re three or four different men but each of them out in the open. Like all Americans.

Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and...

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a...

That’s the whole burden of this novel – the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world that you don’t care whether things are true or false as long as they partake...

You know I’m old in some ways-in others-well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

Amory, sorry for them, was still not sorry for himself – art, politics, religion, whatever his medium should be, he knew he was safe now, free from all hysteria – he could accept what was...

If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it’s clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.

It was too late – everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.

But an inferior talent can only be graceful when it’s carrying inferior ideas. And the more narrowly you can look at a thing the more entertaining you can be about it.

And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.

All I think of ever is that I love you.

The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

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.

Raflara doğru ilerledi Stoddart Lectures kitabın birinci cildi ile geri döndü. “Görüyor musunuz?” diye bağırdı muzaffer bir edayla, “İşte hakiki bir kitap. Ne kadar yanılmışım . Bu adam tam bir Belasco!1 Bu büyük bir zafer....

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

Ho sempre pensato che fino ai diciotto anni, niente importi», disse Mary. «È vero», concordò Abe. «E dopo è uguale».

Thirty–the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a climax, as a play should, as a day should. He dreaded the...

She was appalled by West Egg’s raw vigour that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that eroded its inhabitants along a short-cut from nothing to nothing. She saw something awful...

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the...

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

I detest these underdone men, he thought coldly. Boiled looking! Ought to be shoved back in the oven; just one more minute would do it.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.

This is all. It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn’t do – and wouldn’t last.

Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.

I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.

We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can’t. Too many voices, too much scattered,...

Think how you love me,” she whispered. “I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.

Before I go on with this short history, let me make a general observation– the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time,...

I refuse to dedicate my life to posterity. Surely one owes as much to the current generation as to one’s unwanted children. What a fate – to grow rotund and unseemly, to lose my self-love,...

The tears coursed down her cheeks- not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black...

Isabelle and Amory were distinctly not innocent, nor were they particularly brazen. Moreover, amateur standing had very little value in the game they were playing, a game that would presumably be her principal study for...

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

I learned a little of beauty– enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth…

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...

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I suppose there has been nothing like the airports since the age of the stage-stops – nothing quite as lonely, as sombre-silent. The red-brick depots were built right into the towns they marked – people...

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved – to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I...

In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him. Irony was the final polish of the...

An idea ran backward and forward in his head like a blind man, knocking over the solid furniture.

Some men escape the grip. Maybe their wives have no social ambitions; maybe they’ve hit a sentence or two in a ‘dangerous book’ that pleased them; maybe they started on the treadmill as I did...