Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez faire for others.

So there was not an "I" anymore - not a basis on which I could organize my self-respect - save my limitless capacity for toil that it seemed I possessed no more.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.

The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.