Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.

he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.

They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.

"What are you going to do?" "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink."

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go