Aries:Never confuse a single defeat for a final defeat
Taurus:So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past
Gemini:Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness
Cancer:It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the day worth living
Leo:I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect
Virgo:What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?
Libra:The easiest way to get a reputation is to go outside the fold, shout around for a few years as a violent atheist or a dangerous radical, and then crawl back to shelter
Scorpio:Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away
Sagittarius:And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning again and summer was over
Capricorn:I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a tender sort of curiosity
Aquarius:I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside
Pisces:There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice
F Scott Fitzgerald, the author of The Great Gatsby, is on the record that he regards Jay Gatsby as an admirable figure, and sees his book as the tragic tale of a great man born in the wrong era.
Meanwhile, basically every stage and film adaptation of The Great Gatsby has ended up being a surreal meditation on how fucked up rich white people are, essentially by playing its source material perfectly straight.
You can’t contrive this stuff - that’s organically grown irony right there.
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he had moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.