The truth was that Jay Gatsby…sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. |
The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want. |
There are no second acts in American lives. |
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams — no through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion… |
They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.' |
This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat… |
Though the Jazz Age continued, it became less and less of an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children's party taken over by the elders. |
To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size. |
Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement -- discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint. |
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over. |
What realism! Knew when to stop, too — didn’t cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect? |
What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon? Cried Daisy, and the day after that, and the next thirty years? |
when he…wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. |
Whenever you feel like criticising anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had. |
Young people do not perceive at once that the giver of wounds is the enemy and the quoted tattle merely the arrow. |