“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. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction--Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.”
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
"Bir şehrin insanları, kalabalığın bulanık dalgasından sık sık kaçarak kırlara, ormanlara ve akar sulara sığınıp onlarla konuşmaktan hoşlanmıyorsa, o şehirde sanat mektebi açılmamış demektir. İstediği kadar sinemalarda galeriler renk dağıtsın ve ses sahneleri havaları titretsin."
“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
"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.”
Sana gitme demeyeceğim, ama gitme, Milena. Adını gizleyeceğim sen de bilme Milena.
