“"They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together."Chapter 8 · Narrator · ★★★★★→
“And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.Chapter 9 · Narrator · ★★★★★→
“It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.Chapter 1 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her flesh sensuously as some women can. Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crêpe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty, but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.Chapter 2 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“She smiled slowly and, walking through her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with Tom, looking him flush in the eye. Then she wet her lips, and without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice:Chapter 2 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“When we came into the station he was next to me, and his white shirtfront pressed against my arm, and so I told him I'd have to call a policeman, but he knew I lied. I was so excited that when I got into a taxi with him I didn't hardly know I wasn't getting into a subway train. All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.' Chapter 2 · Myrtle Wilson · ★★★★☆→
“He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths—so that he could "come over" some afternoon to a stranger's garden.Chapter 4 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“"They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together."Chapter 8 · Narrator · ★★★★★→
“And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.Chapter 9 · Narrator · ★★★★★→
“It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.Chapter 1 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her flesh sensuously as some women can. Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crêpe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty, but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.Chapter 2 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“She smiled slowly and, walking through her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with Tom, looking him flush in the eye. Then she wet her lips, and without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice:Chapter 2 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“When we came into the station he was next to me, and his white shirtfront pressed against my arm, and so I told him I'd have to call a policeman, but he knew I lied. I was so excited that when I got into a taxi with him I didn't hardly know I wasn't getting into a subway train. All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.' Chapter 2 · Myrtle Wilson · ★★★★☆→
“He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths—so that he could "come over" some afternoon to a stranger's garden.Chapter 4 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→