In my younger and more vulnerable years, my father gave me some advice.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I hope she’ll be a foolthat’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
The loneliest moment in someones life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the incredible complexity of life.
Its a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.
I was Gatsbys guest.
And I like large parties. Theyre so intimate.
You cant repeat the past? Why, of course you can!
In my blue garden, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
I dreamt that Gatsby was still alive.
Theres nothing like a laugh to make a day feel alive.
People disappeared, reappeared, and vanished again like shadows.
The rich are different from you and me.
I was in love with the idea of love.
He smiled understandinglymuch more than understandingly.
Daisys voice was full of money.
What a grotesque thing a rose is.
You always look so cool.
Theyre a rotten crowd. Youre worth the whole damn bunch put together.
I like to be in the company of people who both inspire me and challenge me.
I found myself on a strange journey to the past.
Its a story of the American dream gone awry.
I let it go, as if it were a small talent, with no consequence.
To be in love is to be remembered forever.
The past is a nice place to visit, but I wouldnt want to live there.
For a moment, I thought I was great too.
Gatsbys parties were a spectacle of the surreal.
Could we just be hopeful for a moment?
Everyone is chasing something, arent they?
The world is so full of contradictions.
Champagne and dreams, both fleeting.
I never thought Id miss the rain.
Every second, the clock winds down our fate.
I saw the world through green-tinted glasses.
Theres beauty in the broken and the lost.
The stars are beautifully obscured by the haze of life.
All that glitters is not gold, but Gatsby certainly knew how to shine.
Were all but ghosts at Gatsbys mansion.
Theres a cost to every dream we dare to chase.
At dawn, even the dreams seemed to fade.
Echoes of laughter linger long after the party ends.