At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThat is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
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So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
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I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
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Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
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Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created – nothing.
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Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
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Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.
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The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
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And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
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Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
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Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
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The ability to hold two competing thoughts in one’s mind and still be able to function is the mark of a superior mind
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The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
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When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.
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They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
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I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
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