Always willing to lend a helping hand to the one above him.

[Gatsby] stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast...and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.

If you ever need a helping hand you'll find one at the end of your arm

Writers aren't exactly people.... They're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.

To look forward and not back, To look out and not in, and To lend a hand