Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

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

A writer wastes nothing.

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

Men don’t often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.

Character is plot, plot is character.