We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their Congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can't. Too many voices, too much scattered, illogical ill-considered criticism.

Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.

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

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.