The Great Gatsby

Gatsby trusted the green light. I stopped waiting at the dock for tomorrow to bring the boat in.

He threw parties to be found by one person. The loneliest guest list ever written.

Old sport. Two words carrying an entire invented self.

The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg, the first billboard I ever believed was God.

Careless people. They crashed through lives and retreated into their money or their carelessness.

I finished it and called an old friend I'd been 'meaning to.' That's what the book does.

Can't repeat the past? Why of course you can, the most expensive sentence in American letters.

Daisy's voice was full of money. Fifteen years later I still hear coins when some people laugh.

Boats against the current, we row, we drift, we call it a life.

The guest list filled two pages and nobody came to the funeral. I count mine differently now.