Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there...
New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.
It is not life that's complicated, it's the struggle to guide and control life.
If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired
He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then,...
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth o...
And that taught me you can't have anything, you can't have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It's like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconseque...
All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.
Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.
The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.
Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a re...
There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal
The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.
Strange children should smile at each other and say, Let's play.
So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.
She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assu...
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick b...