Tom, I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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 farther.... And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Either you think — or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it's clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.