"She turned her head as there was a light dignified knocking at the front door. I wentout and opened it. Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in hiscoat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes" - Nick chapter,5
"There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and he champagne and the stars." - Nick pg.39
"They're such beautiful shirts," she sobbed, her voice muffled in the think folds. "It makes me sad because I've never seen such – such beautiful shirts before."- Daisy
"I found out what your 'drug-stores' were." He turned to us and spoke rapidly. "He and this Wolfsheim bought up a lot of side-street drug-stores here and in Chicago and sold grain alcohol over the counter. That's one of his little stunts. I picked him for a bootlegger the first time I saw him, and I wasn't far wrong."- Tom
"So we drove toward death through the cooling twilight" - Nick
After two years I remember the rest of that day, and that night and the next day, only as an endless drill of police and photographers and newspaper men in and out of Gatsby’s front door.