He borrowed somebody's best suit to get married in, and never told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out...I gave it to him and then I lay down and cried...all afternoon.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 2, Myrtle.

I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 2.

I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited - they went there.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3.

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3.

It's a triumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knew when to stop, too - didn't cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3.

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, on Gatsby.

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others - poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner - young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Nick.

It takes two to make an accident.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3.

Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 3, Nick on himself.

Filled with faces dead and gone. Filled with friends gone now forever. I can't forget so long as I live the night they shot Rosy Rosenthal there....they shot him three times in the belly and drove away.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 4.

I belong to another generation....You sit...and discuss your sports and your young ladies....As for me, I am fifty years old, and I won't impose myself on you any longer.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 4.

A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired."
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 4.

Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 5.

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 5.

It makes me sad because I've never seen such - such beautiful shirts before.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 5.

If it wasn't for the mist we could see your home across the bay....You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 5.

One thing's sure and nothing's surer
The rich get richer and the poor get - children.
The Great Gatsby
Chapter 5.

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