The Great Gatsby' [...] was my 'Tom Sawyer' when I was twelve [....]

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

I was surrounded by jerks. I'm not kidding.

Don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.

For a psychoanalyst to be any good... he'd have to believe that it was through the grace of God that he'd been inspired to study psychoanalysis in the first place.

If a body catch a body coming through the rye.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.