F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes:
Ocupation: Author
Life: September 24, 1896 - December 21, 1940
Birthday: September 24
Death: December 21
He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
source: "The Great Gatsby". Book by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Chapter 8, 1925.
topic: Dream, Real, Sky, Great Gatsby American Dream, Great Gatsby Book
