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Quotes from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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1 Then she fell over into my lap and I drove on.
2 So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
3 Someone kind or curious took her in his car and drove her in the wake of her sister's body.
4 We were all irritable now with the fading ale and, aware of it, we drove for a while in silence.
5 There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as we drove away Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic.
6 And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all.
7 Their interest rather touched me and made them less remotely rich--nevertheless, I was confused and a little disgusted as I drove away.
8 I drove from the station directly to Gatsby's house and my rushing anxiously up the front steps was the first thing that alarmed any one.
9 Only gradually did I become aware that the automobiles which turned expectantly into his drive stayed for just a minute and then drove sulkily away.
10 We drove over to Fifth Avenue, so warm and soft, almost pastoral, on the summer Sunday afternoon that I wouldn't have been surprised to see a great flock of white sheep turn the corner.
11 This reminded me that I had forgotten to tell my Finn to come back so I drove into West Egg Village to search for her among soggy white-washed alleys and to buy some cups and lemons and flowers.
12 Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans.
13 One of the taxi drivers in the village never took a fare past the entrance gate without stopping for a minute and pointing inside; perhaps it was he who drove Daisy and Gatsby over to East Egg the night of the accident and perhaps he had made a story about it all his own.