Then he put in a call for Nicole in Zurich, remembering so many things as he waited, and wishing he had always been as good as he had intended to be.

You always look so cool.

Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.

It excited him, too, that many men had already loved Daisy--it increased her value in his eyes. He felt their presence all about the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.

There was nothing to look at from under the tree except Gatsby's enormous house, so I stared at it, like Kant at his church steeple, for half an hour.

Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers...

New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.