Book: The Great Gatsby. Page 3

Human behavior may have a different soil hard rock or viscous quagmire; but at some point I don't care what it's founded on.

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.

I woke up from the anesthetic, feeling utterly abandoned, and I asked the midwife: "is it a Boy or a girl?" And when he heard that the girl, turned away and wept. And then I said, "Well, let them. Very glad the girl. And I hope she will grow up a fool, because in our lives for women best a beautiful little fool".

His pink suit foolish butovskoe rags - spot of color stood out on the white marble steps, and I remembered that night three months ago when I first was a guest at his family's castle. Garden and alley swarmed then, not knowing what to attribute to him a Vice, and he waved a hand with these steps, hiding from all your immaculate dream.

And they left together, without a word, disappeared, like ghosts, lonely and alienated, even from our pity.
Tom took the towel and began again to wrap nerosubianco a bottle of whiskey.
- Maybe some of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?
I was silent. He asked again:
- Nick?
What?
- Do you drink?
- No... I just remembered that today is my birthday.

It seemed to her that I knew a lot because I knew different things from her.

This is a great advantage to be sober when everyone else is drunk. Utter excess, and most importantly, if you want something not afford, will be able to choose a time when no one doesn't notice or care.

Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues: for example, I consider myself one of the few honest people that I know.

I don't know what there was more of carelessness or thoughtlessness. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy-they smashed up things and people and then ran and hid behind their money, their vast carelessness, or something else, what kept them together, giving to others to clean up after them.

It was pure nonsense. I didn't have anything even remotely resembling a rose.

My cousin started asking me questions in her low, thrilling voice. Listening to this voice, catch the intonation of each phrase, as if it's the music that will never be played.
The voice was a lot that could not then forget who loved her men, singing authoritativeness, quiet call to "hear" the echo of fun and joy, had just passed and the fun and joys waiting to be found.

Flair to basic moral values allotted to nature is not all to the same degree.

I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me.
The habit of restraint in judgment - a habit that often served as my key to the most complex natures.

No racial or spiritual differences between people can not be compared with the difference between a sick person and healthy.