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nyssahhhh 's review for:
This Side of Paradise
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
My favorite quotes from the book:
He asked her if she thought he was conceited. She said there was a difference between conceit and self-confidence. She adored self-confidence in men.
(p.63)
"Sometimes," he said slowly, "I think you're my bad angel. I might have been a pretty fair poet."
"come on, that's rather hard. you chose to come to an Eastern college. Either your eyes were opened to the mean scrambling quality of people, or you'd have gone through blind, and you'd hate to have done that--been like Marty Kaye."
"Yes," he agreed, "you're right. I wouldn't have liked it. Still, it's hard to be made a cynic at twenty."
"I was born one," Armory murmured. "I'm a cynical idealist." He paused and wondered if that meant anything.
(p. 78)
Tom, I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.
(p. 151)
Her fresh enthusiasm, her will to grow and learn, her endless faith in the inexhaustability of romance, her courage and fundamental honest--these things are not spoiled.
There are long periods when she cordially loathes her whole family. She is quite unprincipled; her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez faire for others. She loves shocking stories; she has that coarse streak that usually goes with nature both fine and big.
She wants people to like her; but if they do not it never worries her or changes her.
She is by no means a model character.
The education of all beautiful women is the knowledge of men.
(p. 159)
There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, every one knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same every one knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.
(p. 171)
He asked her if she thought he was conceited. She said there was a difference between conceit and self-confidence. She adored self-confidence in men.
(p.63)
"Sometimes," he said slowly, "I think you're my bad angel. I might have been a pretty fair poet."
"come on, that's rather hard. you chose to come to an Eastern college. Either your eyes were opened to the mean scrambling quality of people, or you'd have gone through blind, and you'd hate to have done that--been like Marty Kaye."
"Yes," he agreed, "you're right. I wouldn't have liked it. Still, it's hard to be made a cynic at twenty."
"I was born one," Armory murmured. "I'm a cynical idealist." He paused and wondered if that meant anything.
(p. 78)
Tom, I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.
(p. 151)
Her fresh enthusiasm, her will to grow and learn, her endless faith in the inexhaustability of romance, her courage and fundamental honest--these things are not spoiled.
There are long periods when she cordially loathes her whole family. She is quite unprincipled; her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez faire for others. She loves shocking stories; she has that coarse streak that usually goes with nature both fine and big.
She wants people to like her; but if they do not it never worries her or changes her.
She is by no means a model character.
The education of all beautiful women is the knowledge of men.
(p. 159)
There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, every one knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same every one knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.
(p. 171)