"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."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

"He is ugly and sad... but he is all love."
— Gabriel García Márquez (Love in the Time of Cholera)

"As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know."
— Carl Gustav Jung (Memories, Dreams, Reflections)