Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. - The Great Gatsby.

In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

Every act of life, from the morning toothbrush to the friend at dinner, became an effort. I hated the night when I couldn't sleep and I hated the day because it went toward night.

My latest tendency is to collapse about 11:00 and with the tears flowing from my eyes or the gin rising to their level and leaking over, and tell interested friends or acquaintances that I haven't a friend in the world and likewise care for nobody.

The cleverly expressed opposite of any generally accepted idea is worth a fortune to somebody.

People living alone get used to loneliness.