The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.

I guess I'm the Black Death,' he said slowly. 'I don't seem to bring people happiness any more.

I've got an adjective that just fits you.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

But you can love more than just one person, can't you?

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.

Courage to me means ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life-not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living. A sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things...My courage is faith-faith in the eternal resilience of me-that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does, I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high, and my eyes wide