"For Daisy was young, and her artificial world was pleasant, cheerful snobbery, and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes."
"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."
"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. Somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night . . . Gatsby believed in the . . . future, that year by year recedes before us. It alluded 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."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby
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