Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Most of us have a favorite, a heroic period, in our lives.

I never care what I do, so I always have a good time.

Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

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.

The totality of a life may be different in quality from its segments.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was "You can't live forever; you can't live forever".

I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive.