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After all, in the very casualness of Gatsby's party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from her world.

La seule chose qui ne doive pas céder à la loi de la majorité est la conscience de l'individu

I wish, as well as every body else, to be perfectly happy; but, like every body else, it must be in my own way.

Bit by bit, at 124 and in the Clearing, along with others, she had claimed herself. Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.

Indeed, in that sense we’re all rather often almost like mad people, only with the slight difference that the ‘sick’ are somewhat madder than we are, so that it’s necessary to draw a line here.

Involuntarily I glanced seaward and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby, he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

One does not love breathing.

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people cleanup the mess they had made . . .

But I tell you what it is; an honest and sensitive man is open; and a business man 'listens and goes on eating' you up.

And books! Thomson, Cowper, Scott - she would buy them all over and over again; she would buy up every copy, I believe, to prevent their falling into unworthy hands; and she would have every book that tells her how to admire an old twisted tree.

They knew very well why he hadn't: because of the enormity of the knife descending and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable blood

I had never encountered a being who deliberately perpetuated fraud against himself.

I will call them my people, which were not my people; and her beloved, which was not beloved.

Tidak Jem, kukira hanya ada satu jenis manusia. Manusia.(Jem) Pikirku juga begitu, saat aku seusiamu. Kalau hanya ada satu jenis manusia, mengapa mereka tidak bisa rukun? Kalau mereka semua sama, mengapa mereka merepotkan diri untuk saling membenci?

Death about Heil Hitlering p. 117-118.You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wirst with all of that. You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wrong time, or stand marginally too close to another person. Perhaps people did get injured. Personally, I can only thell you that no-one died from it, or at least, not physically. There was, of course the matter of forty million people I picked up by the time the whole thing was finished, but that's getting all metaphoric.

The whole story would have been speedily formed under her active imagination; and every thing established in the most melancholy order of disastrous love

calmness wasn’t an end in itself

I do not dislike him. I consider him, on the contrary, as a very respectable man, who has everybody's good word and nobody's notice…

But I been headin' in this direction for seven years. Walking all around this place. Upstate, downstate, east, west. I been to territory ain't got no name. Never stayin' nowhere long. But when I got here, and sat out there on the porch waitin' for you, I knew it wasn't the place I was headin' toward, it was you.

Although Pulcheria Alexandrovna was forty-three, her face still retained traces of her former beauty; she looked much younger than her age, indeed, which is almost always the case with women who retain serenity of spirit, sensitiveness and pure sincere warmth of heart to old age. We may add in parenthesis that to preserve all this is the only means of retaining beauty to old age.