Book: The Great Gatsby. Page 2

This ability of instant response had nothing to do with flabby impressionability, magnificently referred to as the "artistic temperament" - it was a rare gift hope, a romantic crush, I never have never met and probably never meet.

He's so dumb not to notice even that he lives in the world.

I thought you an honest man. I thought that was your secret pride.

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been unwilling to accept themselves peasants.

In a small company never feel free.

Restraint in judgment - the key matter of infinite hope.

- Daisy had an indiscreet voice, I remarked. - It rings... I hesitated.
- Her voice is full of money - he said suddenly. Well, of course. I never understood before. Money rang in the voice so captivated in its infinite modulations, the clink of metal, a song of victory of cymbals... In the Palace of the high, white marble, Princess, virgin Golden...

A rotten crowd, they are. You cost one of them all combined.

For collision requires two.

Was it worth it to do something, to achieve something, have a better time telling her what I was going to do.

And now, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I must confess that this tolerance has limits.

Only the collapsed dream ever fought, delaying the time, clinging to something it was impossible to keep.

One fascinating moment would negate five years of unwavering loyalty.

Always very painful new eyes to see what had anyway to live.