her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened
the best thing a girl can be in this world- a beautiful fool
our white girlhood was passed there
•“She was dressed in white and had a little white roadster”
“young officers from Camp Taylor demanded the priviledge of monopolizing her that night”
•“By next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever”
•“If he left the room for a minute she’d look around uneasily”
-The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wildtonic in the rain
-“Theyre such beautiful shirts” she sobbed
-Moments when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams- not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his own illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything
-In the very casualness of Gatsby’s party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from her world
-At his lips touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete
-Her voice is full of money
-High in a white palace the king’s daughter the golden girl