Amanda Olson

“he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down”
― 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

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

“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