Progress was a labyrinth ... people plunging blindly in and then rushing wildly back, shouting that they had found it ... the invisible king-the รฉlan vital-the principle of evolution ... writing a book, starting a war, founding a school.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThen it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of Godโa phrase which, if it means anything, means just thatโand he must be about His Fatherโs Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.
F. Scott Fitzgerald