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

“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.”

“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.”

“The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous appetite.”

“She wanted children and considered having them a "privilege," but art also "was a privilege given to me and I had to pursue it.”

“For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.”