You have everything here.

“We have good whisky anyway,” he said.

She had been trying to have her baby for two days.

“This lady is going to have a baby, Nick,” he said.

“But you’ll have to be up with the lark,” she added.

“Hell, Jimmy,” he said, “you oughtn’t to have done it.”

Have you read The Rise of the Coloured Empires by this man Goddard?

She hoped he would have a great career, and believed in him absolutely.

If Kerensky had shot a few men things might have been altogether different.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

After he got on crutches he used to take the temperatures so Ag would not have to get up from the bed.

It’s up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things.

It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America.

I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.

All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there’s a persistent wail all night along the north shore.

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.

The kid came out and had to kill five bulls because you can’t have more than three matadors, and the last bull he was so tired he couldn’t hardly get the sword in.

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.

This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”⁠—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather’s brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.

Most of the confidences were unsought⁠—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.