The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.
F. Scott FitzgeraldPossibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [...] It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI am not a great man, but sometimes I think the impersonal and objective equality of my talent and the sacrifices of it, in pieces, to preserve its essential value has some sort of epic grandeur.
F. Scott Fitzgerald