What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon?' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?'
'Don’t be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

“Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressi…”

“Open the whisky, Tom,' she ordered, 'and I'll make you a mint julep. Then you w…”

“All life was weather, a waiting through the hot where events had no significanc…”

“There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he k…”