So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

He's a bootlegger....One time he killed a man who found out that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

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

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]