1 Yeah, Gatsby's very careful about women.
2 But no one knows the woman's name, and no one cares.
3 I never care what I do, so I always have a good time.
4 I don't know which of us hung up with a sharp click but I know I didn't care.
5 I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come and perhaps he no longer cared.
6 Some time before he introduced himself I'd got a strong impression that he was picking his words with care.
7 Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care.
8 Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on.
9 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.
10 She held my hand impersonally, as a promise that she'd take care of me in a minute, and gave ear to two girls in twin yellow dresses who stopped at the foot of the steps.
11 I don't mean that he had traded on his phantom millions, but he had deliberately given Daisy a sense of security; he let her believe that he was a person from much the same stratum as herself--that he was fully able to take care of her.
12 Instead of rambling this party had preserved a dignified homogeneity, and assumed to itself the function of representing the staid nobility of the countryside--East Egg condescending to West Egg, and carefully on guard against its spectroscopic gayety.
13 Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth--but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.