QUOTES ABOUT GREED IN THE GREAT GATSBY

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

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

“Life is more successful when you are greedy with what is owed to you.”

“Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.”

“I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”

“They’re a rotten crowd,’ I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”

“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.”

“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.”

“I wouldn’t ask too much of her,” I ventured. “You can’t repeat the past.”

“Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!”

“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——”

“Now he was a sturdy, straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.”

“There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.”

“All the lights were going on in West Egg now; the electric trains, men-carrying, were plunging overhead through the incessant flicker of their green lights. At once a sonorous metallic whisper is more than hinting that the owner of The Gatsby Funeral Home has come back from a long trip abroad.”

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care.”

“Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!””

“I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

“Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“Can’t repeat the past?… Why of course you can!”

“He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.”

“She was feeling the pressure between her eyebrows left by her chesterfield. Later, I said. Right now I want to buy up your home.”

“I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it—overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”

“The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself.”

“Why of course you can!”

“Your husband’s going to make a real woman of you, Daisy.”

“I’m certainly glad to see you again.”

“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people.”