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| ...he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. | | Uncategorized | |
| A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big. | | Uncategorized | |
| Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero. | | Advertising | |
| After Gatsby’s death the East was haunted for me like that, distorted beyond my eye’s power of correction. | | Uncategorized | |
| All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. | | Uncategorized | |
| Always willing to lend a helping hand to the one above him. | | Uncategorized | |
| An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards. | | Writing | |
| And it occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor | | Uncategorized | |
| Either you think or else others have to think for you and take power from you. | | Uncategorized | |
| Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. | | Thinking | |
| Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness. | | Uncategorized | |
| Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material. | | Family; Quarrels | |
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| Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning—— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past | | Uncategorized | |
| Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men. | | Uncategorized | |
| Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock....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. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores. | | Genius; Wonder | |
