I was looking at it again, through Daisy’s eyes.
It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

“He had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise”

“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy--they smashed up things and creatures …”

“When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to …”

“If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you…”