And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and 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 green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further... And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

It's been a while since I've read Gatsby, but I was just thinking about it today, again. And these are my favourite lines from it. It reminded me of Faulkner's The Evening Sun, one of the nicest short stories I've ever read, although I don't think they are really connected. Not much anyway.
And...I have nothing more to say. I have a boring life. Back to my sociopath ways.