"He had come a long way to this 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 ofthe republic rolled on under the night....Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us.It eluded us then, but that's no matter, tomorrow we willrun faster, stretch out our arms further...And, one fine morning...So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
Is just the most beautiful ending to anything I've ever read. (with the exception possibly of the last paragraph of the Blood of Others which I also have on my wall.)
It's about hope, it's about belief, it's about knowing somehow that everything will be OK, no matter what, because it's all about the completion of circles.
Daisy irritated the fuck out of me mind. 