Book: The Great Gatsby

The sound of her voice on the telephone carried with it a coolness and freshness, as if the window of the office suddenly flew a piece of turf from the field for the game of Golf.

I love new York in the summer, in the afternoon, when it's completely empty. There's something sensual, overripe, as if standing to substitute hands - and they will begin to fall strange fruit.

Her voice especially attracted him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth. There's imagination could not exaggerate - the immortal song sounded in the voice.

- You no-good driver - I got angry. - Can't be careful, so do not hold to operate the machine.
- I'm careful.
- As it is not so.
Well, other careful - carelessly she said.
What's that got to do with it?
They will give me the way. For collision requires two.
- Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself?
- I hope that you will not get, she said. - I hate careless people. That's why I like you.

She was incurably dishonest.

We all turned and looked around for Gatsby. Must have really been something romantic about the man, if the rumors about him, repeating in a whisper, even those who a little about what in the world consider it necessary to speak in a low voice.

She carried her body with the sensual habits, which is peculiar to some full women.

He early learned women and spoiled them, learned them to despise the young and the virgin for the inexperience, others because they raised a fuss over much, that for him, in his boundless egocentrism was in order.

Thirty it meant another ten years of loneliness, fewer friends-singles, less unspent forces, less of hair on the head. But it was near the Jordan, unlike Daisy tend not naive to carry him from year to year, long-forgotten dream.

Well, let's have fun, to quarrel too hot!

She was wearing a costume for the game of Golf, and I remember it seemed like a picture from a sports magazine defiantly raised chin, hair the color of autumn leaves, sunburn on the face the same coffee color as sports gloves lying in her lap.

... and it seemed to him that now that his dream is so close, reach out and he catches her. He didn't know it was already behind him, somewhere in the dark distance beyond this city, where under the night sky stretches a boundless land of America.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was "You can't live forever; you can't live forever".
And in a head one thought: "you only Live once, and once only".

The sympathy has its limits.