If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looke… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

Breathing dreams like air

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream, He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is...

He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is. and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

I want to just be lazy and I want some of the people around me to be doing things, because that makes me feel comfortable and safe - and I want some of them to be doing nothing at all, because they can be graceful and companionable for me.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

"He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky.
"I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.