His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song.

“When they met again two days later it was Gatsby who was breathless, who was so…”

“You'll find another.' God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that 'if t…”

“For years afterward when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the w…”

“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever…”