"They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. (...) It was sharply different from the West, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself." -p.19
"He paused. 'I see you're looking at my cuff buttons.' I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now. They were composed of oddly familiar pieces of ivory. 'Finest specimens of human molars,' he informed me. 'Well!' I inspected them. 'That's a very interesting idea.'" -p.78
"But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor." -p.105
"'These things excite me so,' she whispered. 'If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I'll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card. I'm giving out green -' 'Look around,' suggested Gatsby. 'I'm looking around. I'm having a marvellous -' 'You must see the faces of many people you've heard about.'" -p.111
"(...)I have a sharp physical memory that, in the course of it, my underwear kept climbing like a damp snake around my legs and intermittent beads of sweat raced cool across my back." -p.132
"'(...)And he stayed three weeks, until Daddy told him he had to get out. The day after he left Daddy died.' After a moment she added. 'There wasn't any connexion.'" -p.134
"I glanced at Daisy, who was staring terrified between Gatsby and her husband, and at Jordan, who had begun to balance an invisible but absorbing object on the tip of her chin. Then I turned back to Gatsby - and was startled at his expression. He looked - and this is said in all contempt for the babbled slander of his garden - as if he had 'killed a man'. For a moment the set of his face could be described in just that fantastic way." -p.141
"As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand." -p.142
"He paused. 'I see you're looking at my cuff buttons.'
I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now. They were composed of oddly familiar pieces of ivory.
'Finest specimens of human molars,' he informed me.
'Well!' I inspected them. 'That's a very interesting idea.'" -p.78
"But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor." -p.105
"'These things excite me so,' she whispered. 'If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I'll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card. I'm giving out green -'
'Look around,' suggested Gatsby.
'I'm looking around. I'm having a marvellous -'
'You must see the faces of many people you've heard about.'" -p.111
"(...)I have a sharp physical memory that, in the course of it, my underwear kept climbing like a damp snake around my legs and intermittent beads of sweat raced cool across my back." -p.132
"'(...)And he stayed three weeks, until Daddy told him he had to get out. The day after he left Daddy died.' After a moment she added. 'There wasn't any connexion.'" -p.134
"I glanced at Daisy, who was staring terrified between Gatsby and her husband, and at Jordan, who had begun to balance an invisible but absorbing object on the tip of her chin. Then I turned back to Gatsby - and was startled at his expression. He looked - and this is said in all contempt for the babbled slander of his garden - as if he had 'killed a man'. For a moment the set of his face could be described in just that fantastic way." -p.141
"As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand." -p.142