Tourist With a Typewriter

Oh, Uncle Adrian, I’m in the reservation of my mind.

Tag: F. Scott Fitzgerald


This may be the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it – that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anyone else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable. – Hunter S. Thompson, written on the eve of the 1972 election

France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to utter — it was the graves at Shiloh and the tired, drawn, nervous faces of its great men, and the country boys dying in the Argonne for a phrase that was empty before their bodies withered. It was a willingness of the heart. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

This is taped on my writing desk.

I wish I’d said, at the end of The Great Gatsby: “I’ve found my line – from now on this comes first. This is my immediate duty – without this I am nothing” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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