FITZGERALD’S FRIEND

FITZGERALD’S FRIEND: Author and creative writing teacher Mary Jane LaVigne discusses Katharine Tighe Fessenden, trusted childhood friend of F. Scott Fitzgerald who called her “The Grammarian.” She was one of the few people in his circle of St. Paul friends whose literary taste Fitzgerald respected, and he asked her to review and comment on the manuscript version of his first novel, “This Side of Paradise,” before sending it to his publisher. Presented by Fitzgerald in St. Paul in the organization’s monthly FitzFirst reading series. Free. 3 p.m. Sunday, March 3; Merriam Park Library, 1837 Marshall Ave., St. Paul.

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“People fall in and out of love all the time, don’t they? I wonder how they manage it.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon

“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made…”

“Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind.”

“You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”

“In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o' clock in the morning, day after day.”

“Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.”

“The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

“Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.”

“An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.”

“Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.”

“...he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.”

"Sudden revulsion seized Amory, disgust, loathing for the whole incident. He desired frantically to be away, never to see Myra again, never to kiss anyone; he became conscious of his face and hers, of their clinging hands, and he wanted to creep out of his body and hide somewhere safe out of sight, up in the corner of his mind."