He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American - that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

“These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I s…”

“Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul …”

“Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the …”

“Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.”