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Daisy and Jordan lay upon an  enormous couch, like silver idols weighing down their own white dresses against  the singing breeze of the fans. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 7. 
 
Her  voice is full of money. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 1, Gatsby about  Daisy. 
 
It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in  intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the  well. Wilson was so sick that he looked guilty. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter  7. 
 
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as we  drove away Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. His wife and his mistress,  until an hour ago secure and inviolate, were slipping precipitately from his  control. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 7, Nick, on Tom Buchanan. 
 
I love  New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very  sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall  into your hands. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 7, Jordan. 
 
I suppose the  latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your  wife. Well, if that's the idea you can count me out. 
The Great  Gatsby 
Chapter 7, Tom Buchanan on Gatsby. 
 
With every word she was  drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead  dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no  longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice  across the room. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 7. 
 
....the promise of a  decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning  briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair. But there was Jordan beside me, who,  unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to  age....So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. 
The Great  Gatsby 
Chapter 7. 
 
Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at  the kitchen table....They weren't happy...yet they weren't unhappy either. There  was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture, and anybody would  have said that they were conspiring together. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter  7. 
 
It excited him, too, that many men had already loved Daisy - it  increased her value in his eyes. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 8. 
 
God  knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but  you can't fool God! 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 8. 
"They are a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole  damn bunch put together." 
I've always been glad I said that. It was the only  compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end.  First he nodded politely, and then his face broke into that radiant and  understanding smile, as if we'd been in ecstatic cahoots on that fact all the  time. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 8, Nick on Gatsby. 
 
He must have felt  that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with  a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening  leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the  sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without  being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously  about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the  amorphous trees. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 8. 
 
He had reached an age  where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise, and when he looked  around him now for the first time and saw the height and splendor of the  hall...his grief began to be mixed with an awed pride. 
The Great  Gatsby 
Chapter 9. 
 
When a man gets killed I never like to get mixed up  in it in any way. I keep out. When I was a young man it was different...I stuck  with them to the end...Let us learn to show friendship for a man when he is  alive and not after he is dead. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 9. 
 
Filled  with faces dead and gone. Filled with friends gone now forever. I can't forget  so long as I live the night they shot Rosy Rosenthal there....they shot him  three times in the belly and drove away. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter  9. 
 
After Gatsby's death the East was haunted for me like that, distorted  beyond my eyes' power of correction. So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves  was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to  come back home. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 9. 
 
They were careless  people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated  back into their money of their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept  them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made. 
The  Great Gatsby 
Chapter 9, Nick on the Buchanans. 
 
Most of the big shore  places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy,  moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the  inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old  island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes-a fresh, green breast of  the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's  house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human  dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the  presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither  understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something  commensurate to his capacity for wonder. 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter  9. 
 
And as I sat there, brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of  Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out Daisy's light at the end of his dock.  He had come such a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so  close he could hardly fail to grasp it. But what he did not know was that it was  already behind him, somewhere in the vast obscurity beyond the city, where the  dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. 
The Great  Gatsby 
Chapter 9. 
 
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic  future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no  matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…And one fine  morning- 
The Great Gatsby 
Chapter 9. 
 
So we beat on, boats against  the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. 
The Great  Gatsby 
Chapter 9, Nick on resilience. 
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