Some lines from the story:
It takes two to make an accident.
But there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.
They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.