You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

The easiest way to get a reputation is to go outside the fold, shout around for a few years as a violent atheist or a dangerous radical, and then crawl back to the shelter.

She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.

When he buys his ties he has to ask if gin will make them run.

There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.