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  • #1
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #2
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #3
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to makes such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person I thought it was your secret pride."

    "I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor."

    She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #4
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I'm sorry I was short with him--but I don't like a man to approach me telling me it for my sake.
    "Maybe it was," said Wylie
    "It's poor technique."
    "I'd all for it," said Wylie. "I'm vain as a woman. If anybody pretends to be interested in me, I'll ask for more. I like advice."
    Stahr shook his head distastefully. Wylie kept on ribbing him--he was one of those to whom this privilege was permitted. "You fall for some kinds of flattery," he said. "this 'little Napoleon stuff.'"
    "It makes me sick," said Stahr, "but it's not as bad as some man trying to help you."
    "If you don't like advice, why do you pay me?"
    "That's a question of merchandise," said Stahr. "I'm a merchant. I want to buy what's in your mind."
    "You're no merchant," said Wylie. "I knew a lot of them when I was a publicity man, and I agree with Charles Francis Adams."
    "What did he say?"
    "He knew them all--Gould, Vanderbilt, Carnegie, Astor--and he said there wasn't one he'd care to meet again in the hereafter. Well--they haven't improved since then, and that's why I say you're no merchant."
    "Adams was probably a sourbelly," said Stahr. "He wanted to be head man himself, but he didn't have the judgement or else the character."
    "He had brains," said Wylie rather tartly.
    "It takes more than brains. You writers and artists poop out and get all mixed up, and somebody has to come in and straighten you out." He shrugged his shoulders. "You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important-especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Last Tycoon

  • #5
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he knows nothing.”

    [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers—because if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answer—still it belittled him in my eyes. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying—only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon

  • #6
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Something not going well, Mr. Boxley?"
    The novelist looked back at him in thunderous silence.
    "I read your letter," said Stahr. The tone of the pleasant young headmaster was gone. He spoke as to an equal, but with a faint two-edged deference.
    "I can't get what I write on paper," broke out Boxley. "You've all been very decent, but it's a sort of conspiracy. Those two hacks you've teamed me with listen to what I say, but they spoil it--they seem to have a vocabulary of about a hundred words."
    "Why don't you write it yourself?" asked Stahr.
    "I have. I sent you some."
    "But it was just talk, back and forth," said Stahr mildly. "Interesting talk but nothing more."
    Now it was all the two ghostly attendants could do to hold Boxley in the deep chair. He struggled to get up; he uttered a single quiet bark which had some relation to laughter but non to amusement, and said:
    "I don't think you people read things. The men are duelling when the conversation takes place. At the end one of them falls into a well and has to be hauled up in a bucket."
    He barked again and subsided.
    Would you write that in a book of your own, Mr. Boxley?"
    "What? Naturally not."
    "You'd consider it too cheap."
    "Movie standards are different," said Boxley, hedging.
    "Do you ever go to them?"
    "No--almost never."
    "Isn't it because people are always duelling and falling down wells?"
    Yes--and wearing strained facial expressions and talking incredible and unnatural dialogue."
    "Skip the dialogue for a minute," said Stahr. "Granted your dialogue is more graceful than what these hacks can write--that's why we brought you out here. But let's imagine something that isn't either bad dialogue or jumping down a well.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon

  • #7
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Old Marcus still managed to function with disquieting resilience. Some never-atrophying instinct warned hi of danger, of gangings up against him--he was never so dangerous himself as when others considered him surrounded. His grey face had attained such immobility that even those who were accustomed to watch the reflex of the inner corner of his eye could no longer see it. Nature had grown a little white whisker there to conceal it; his armor was complete.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon

  • #8
    Ingrid Bergman
    “I said, "I don't think I can give you that kind of emotion." And he [Hitchcock] sat there and said, "Ingrid, fake it!" Well, that was the best advice I've had in my whole life, because in all the years to come there were many directors who gave me what I thought were quite impossible instructions and many difficult things to do, and just when I was on the verge of starting to argue with them, I heard his voice coming to me through the air saying, "Ingrid, fake it!" It saved a lot of unpleasant situations and waste of time.”
    Ingrid Bergman

  • #9
    Ingrid Bergman
    “I won't do this movie because I don't believe the love story," she told Selznick. "The heroine is an intellectual woman, and an intellectual woman simply can't fall in love so deeply.”
    Ingrid Bergman

  • #10
    Tim Dorsey
    “There was no Disney World then, just rows of orange trees. Millions of them. Stretching for miles And somewhere near the middle was the Citrus Tower, which the tourists climbed to see even more orange trees. Every month an eighty-year-old couple became lost in the groves, driving up and down identical rows for days until they were spotted by helicopter or another tourist on top of the Citrus Tower. They had lived on nothing but oranges and come out of the trees drilled on vitamin C and checked into the honeymoon suite at the nearest bed-and-breakfast.
    "The Miami Seaquarium put in a monorail and rockets started going off at Cape Canaveral, making us feel like we were on the frontier of the future. Disney bought up everything north of Lake Okeechobee, preparing to shove the future down our throats sideways.
    "Things evolved rapidly! Missile silos in Cuba. Bales on the beach. Alligators are almost extinct and then they aren't. Juntas hanging shingles in Boca Raton. Richard Nixon and Bebe Rebozo skinny-dipping off Key Biscayne. We atone for atrocities against the INdians by playing Bingo. Shark fetuses in formaldehyde jars, roadside gecko farms, tourists waddling around waffle houses like flocks of flightless birds. And before we know it, we have The New Florida, underplanned, overbuilt and ripe for a killer hurricane that'll knock that giant geodesic dome at Epcot down the trunpike like a golf ball, a solid one-wood by Buckminster Fuller.
    "I am the native and this is my home. Faded pastels, and Spanish tiles constantly slipping off roofs, shattering on the sidewalk. Dogs with mange and skateboard punks with mange roaming through yards, knocking over garbage cans. Lunatics wandering the streets at night, talking about spaceships. Bail bondsmen wake me up at three A.M. looking for the last tenant. Next door, a mail-order bride is clubbed by a smelly ma in a mechanic's shirt. Cats violently mate under my windows and rats break-dance in the drop ceiling. And I'm lying in bed with a broken air conditioner, sweating and sipping lemonade through a straw. And I'm thinking, geez, this used to be a great state.
    "You wanna come to Florida? You get a discount on theme-park tickets and find out you just bough a time share. Or maybe you end up at Cape Canaveral, sitting in a field for a week as a space shuttle launch is canceled six times. And suddenly vacation is over, you have to catch a plane, and you see the shuttle take off on TV at the airport. But you keep coming back, year after year, and one day you find you're eighty years old driving through an orange grove.”
    Tim Dorsey, Florida Roadkill

  • #11
    J.D. Salinger
    “I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.”
    J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction

  • #12
    J.D. Salinger
    “I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot. ”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #13
    J.D. Salinger
    “The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and they're pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody's be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way—I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #14
    Harold Nicolson
    “Only one person in 1000 is a bore, and HE is interesting because he is one person in 1000.”
    Harold Nicolson

  • #15
    Harold Nicolson
    “Let us educate the younger generation to be shy in and out of season: to edge behind the furniture: to say spasmodic and ill-digested things: to twist their feet round the protective feet of sofas and armchairs: to feel that their hands belong to someone else--that they are objects, which they long to put down on some table away from themselves.

    For shyness is the protective fluid within which our personalities are able to develop into natural shapes. Without this fluid the character becomes merely standardized or imitative: it is within the tender velvet sheath of shyness that the full flower of idiosyncrasy is nurtured: it is from this sheath alone that it can eventually unfold itself, coloured and undamaged. Let the shy understand, therefore, that their disability is not only an inconvenience, but also a privilege. Let them regard their shyness as a gift rather than as an affliction. Let them consider how intolerable are those of their contemporaries who are not also shy.”
    Harold Nicolson, Small Talk/Facsimile Edition

  • #16
    Edward Gorey
    “The helpful thought for which you look
    Is written somewhere in a book.”
    Edward Gorey

  • #17
    Jerry Seinfeld
    “A bookstore is one of the only pieces of physical evidence we have that people are still thinking.”
    Jerry Seinfeld

  • #18
    Taylor Jenkins Reid
    “I know there may be universes out there where I made different choices and they led me somewhere else, led me to someone else. And my heart breaks for every single version of me that didn't end up with you.”
    Taylor Jenkins Reid, Maybe in Another Life

  • #19
    Harper Lee
    “Atticus, he was real nice."

    "Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #20
    Anne Sexton
    “Watch out for intellect,
    because it knows so much it knows nothing
    and leaves you hanging upside down,
    mouthing knowledge as your heart
    falls out of your mouth.”
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

  • #21
    Gillian Dowell
    “Life is harsh, either way. You either hate the years that you’re given, or you love the years and they leave you.”
    Gillian Dowell, Hello, Dove

  • #22
    Jerome
    “they will learn how much better it is, when one is uninformed, to put questions than to make assertions;”
    Jerome, The Complete Works of Saint Jerome (13 Books): Cross-Linked to the Bible

  • #23
    Arthur Schopenhauer
    “There is some wisdom in taking a gloomy view, in looking upon the world as a kind of Hell, and in confining one's efforts to securing a little room that shall not be exposed to the fire.”
    Arthur Schopenhauer, The Wisdom of Life and Counsels and Maxims

  • #24
    Kristen Radtke
    “Perhaps we see loneliness in others simply to feel less lonely ourselves.”
    Kristen Radtke, Seek You: A Journey Through American Loneliness

  • #25
    Mindy Kaling
    “In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you’re wanted.”
    Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?

  • #26
    Garth Stein
    “The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.”
    Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

  • #27
    Albert Camus
    “Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
    Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
    Walk beside me… just be my friend”
    Albert Camus

  • #28
    Ethan Kross
    “We are like Russian nesting dolls of mental conversations.”
    Ethan Kross, Chatter: The Voice in Our Head, Why It Matters, and How to Harness It

  • #29
    Ethan Kross
    “As anyone who has spent significant time around kids knows, they often have full-blown, unprompted conversations with themselves. This isn’t just play or imagination; it’s a sign of neural and emotional growth.”
    Ethan Kross, Chatter: The Voice in Our Head, Why It Matters, and How to Harness It

  • #30
    Ethan Kross
    “With our defenses down and our civilized propriety turned off while we slept, he thought, our demons came out and romped around, revealing our desires. Then came early neuroscience, which took out all the dark and naughty romance of psychoanalysis and replaced it with the cold no-nonsense attitude of the physical workings of the brain.”
    Ethan Kross, Chatter: The Voice in Our Head, Why It Matters, and How to Harness It



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