"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."

"At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life."

"...At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m."

"Nicole was the product of much ingenuity and effort. For a decade her madness had been like water that had been pent up and then released; for another decade it had been like a dyke that had been built up and then breached."

"There's so much spring in the air-- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart." F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

"Again the memory of those days swept over him like a nightmare . . . The men who locked their wives out in the snow, because the snow of twenty-nine wasn’t real snow. If you didn’t want it to be snow, you just paid some money."

"That’s my Middle West — not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow."

F. Scott Fitzgerald's Guide to Thanksgiving Leftovers Is Brilliant share.google/HYmUjt3Li7ZR...

F. Scott Fitzgerald's Guide to Thanksgiving Leftovers Is Brilliant share.google/HYmUjt3Li7ZR...

Just learned this exists. Under a pseudonym, I wrote a short sequel to “Bernice Bobs Her Hair”. PM if you want to read it. @fscottfitzgerald.bsky.social

Given the garish entitlement at the Gatsby themed WH party on the very day that SNAP benefits are cut off, I thought I would post a piece I wrote about a book about The Great Gatsby @thegreatgatsby0901.bsky.social @fscottfitzgerald.bsky.social @thebaffler.com thebaffler.com/latest/gatsb...

"It was October in 1913, midway in a week of pleasant days, with the sunshine loitering in the cross-streets and the atmosphere so languid as to seem weighted with ghostly falling leaves."

"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."

Under a pseudonym, I've written a short sequel to "Bernice Bobs Her Hair". PM if you'd like to read it. @fscottfitzgerald.bsky.social

"Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself."

...The most domesticated body of salt water in the Western Hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound."

"I was always saving or being saved -- in a single morning I would go through the emotions ascribable to Wellington at Waterloo. I lived in a world of inscrutable hostiles and inalienable friends and supporters."

"Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself."

"Leaving our champagne in the Savoy Grill on the Fourth of July when a drunk brought up two obviously Piccadilly ladies. Yellow Chartreuse in the Via Balbini in Rome." “A Short Autobiography,” by F. Scott Fitzgerald | The New Yorker share.google/0P5lKOyx3jMN...

"The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain."

"Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!"

"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."

America cannot long remain free, nor first among nations, if it becomes the kind of place where universities are dismantled because they don't align politically with the current head of the government.

"I was always saving or being saved—in a single morning I would go through the emotions ascribable to Wellington at Waterloo. I lived in a world of inscrutable hostiles and inalienable friends and supporters."

Happy centennial to The Great Gatsby part 2 Here's a piece I wrote about a meh book making an interesting comparison between Keats and FScottF I'm proud of this one @fscottfitzgerald.bsky.social @johnkeatsalt.bsky.social www.persuasion.community/p/stargazers...

Happy centennial to The Great Gatsby. Here's a piece I wrote about it and a book about it awhile back, and some of the prevailing cultural myths that still float in the wake of its dreams. @booksky.bsky.social @fscottfitzgerald.bsky.social @greatgatsby100.bsky.social thebaffler.com/latest/gatsb...

"Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day."

El Gran Gatsby cumple 100 años. Os dejo aquí mi retrato d Fitzgerald laspiscinasdheraclito.blogspot.com/2022/01/herm...

Great quote that’s sadly too relevant during these times. Wow, just noticed that The Great Gatsby is 100 years old today!

100 years of The Great Gatsby 🌸💐🌼📖

"The Great Gatsby" turns 100: Initially a sales flop, now regarded as the "great American novel"

In honor of the Gatsby centenary, re-sharing this little piece I wrote for the Village Voice last year, a review of two #Gatsby productions that created an opportunity to muse on the novel's legacy a wee bit. #GreatGatsby @fscottfitzgerald.bsky.social www.villagevoice.com/the-great-ga...

Happy birthday to the Great Gatsby! I wrote about its confused 100-year legacy as part masterpiece, part misread textbook www.vox.com/culture/4024...

"The Great Gatsby" was published 100 years ago today. Charles Schulz came back to it numerous times in "Peanuts," including in this strip from June 26, 1995, my favorite in the last decade of "Peanuts," so spare and melancholy and strange.

100 years of The Great Gatsby. Amazing!

The Great Gatsby is 100 years old today. Billionaires should mark the occasion by going for a swim.

“So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.” F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby Published 100 yrs ago

“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald was published 100 years ago today.

Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby: 100 years of attitude...