Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!

Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.

I just couldn't make the grade as a hack-that, like everything else, requires a certain practiced excellence.

I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.