I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.
After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.
She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.
There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.
He dispensed starlight to casual moths.
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.