Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it! - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.

no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God — a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that — and he must be about His Father’s Business, the service of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty.