The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
by Catherine Chiu
- I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table — the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.
- Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply — I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.
- Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.
- “Look at that,” she whispered, and then after a moment: “I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”
- For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.
- “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!”
- Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
- He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing is…
- There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.
- Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.
- Thirty — the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
- He felt married to her, that was all.
- Let us learn to show friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.
- Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.