The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want
She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
You remind me of a smoked cigarette.
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
To create souls in men, to create fine happiness and fine despair she must remain deeply proud - proud to be inviolate, proud also to be melting, to be passionate and possessed.