“In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him.”
More from F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.”
“Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”
“There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.”
“Some day I'll probably love other women - or maybe there'll never be anything but you.”