Amanda Olson

“Oh, he was a pretentious fool, making careers out of cocktails and meanwhile regretting, weakly and secretly, the collapse of an insufficient and wretched idealism. He had garnished his soul in the subtlest taste and now he longed for the old rubbish. He was empty, it seemed, empty as an old bottle —”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

“Poetry is dying first. It'll be absorbed into prose sooner or later.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

“Téged is meglep?
– Micsoda?
– Hogy megint két ember vagyunk? Te nem szoktál erre gondolni? Hogy bárcsak egyek lennénk örökre, és aztán megint jön a csalódás, hogy mégiscsak kettő az ember?”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon

“People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition