All the bright, precious things fade so fast
and they don’t come back.
The Great Gatsby
All the bright, precious things fade so fast
and they don’t come back.
The Great Gatsby
For Charles T. Scott,
Gatsby was never quite real to me. His original served for a good enough exterior until about the middle of the book he grew thin and I began to fill him with my own emotional life. So he’s synthetic – and that’s one of the flaws in this book.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ellerslie, Edgemoore, Delaware, 1927