"Somebody told me they thought he killed a man...he was german spy during the war."
"This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly"
"Gatsby got himself into a shadow and... looked conscientiously from one to the other with tense, unhappy eyes. I made an excuse at the first possible moment to leave."
‘[Daisy has] got an indiscreet voice,’ I remarked. ‘It’s full of—’ I hesitated.‘Her voice is full of money,’ he said suddenly.That was it. I’d never understood it before. It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it. . . . High in a white palace the king’s daughter, the golden girl. . . .
"Myrtle Wilson's body, wrapped in a blanket... lay on a work-table by the wall, and Tom with his back to us, was bending over it, motionless."
"I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to gis blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it."