“You know, you’re a little complicated after all.”
“Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really - I’m just a - I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.” /tender is the night

” to get back one’s youth,one has merely to repeat one’s follies “

a delightful theory, a dangerous theory /the picture of dorian gray

“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”

“Has it?”

“A little bit, I think. I can’t tell yet. I’ve only been here an hour. Did I tell you about the books? They’re real. They’re——” /the great gatsby

“—if I felt that you loved me as I love you I would go with you at any time, any place” /f.s.fitzgerald,the rich boy

She lived her finest tragedy. She was always a heroine. The last night she played she acted badly because she had known the reality of love. When she knew its unreality, she died, as Juliet might have died. She passed again into the sphere of art. There is something of the martyr about her. Her death has all the pathetic uselessness of martyrdom, all it’s wasted beauty.  /Dorian Gray about Sibyl Vane