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

It's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

The victor belongs to the spoils.

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this lawn and 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. [- Nick Carroway]