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Quotes from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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1 "My God, I believe the man's coming," said Tom.
2 Under the dripping bare lilac trees a large open car was coming up the drive.
3 Half an hour later Daisy herself telephoned and seemed relieved to find that I was coming.
4 Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year.
5 One of my most vivid memories is of coming back west from prep school and later from college at Christmas time.
6 If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it--indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.
7 She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.
8 You see, when we left New York she was very nervous and she thought it would steady her to drive--and this woman rushed out at us just as we were passing a car coming the other way.
9 Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud which screens their obscure operations from your sight.
10 He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American--that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work or rigid sitting in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.