“I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.”

“I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.”

“And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn.”

“I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“I want to do everything in the world with you.”

“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.”

“I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.”