This is Starr’s tattoo from the last lines of The Great Gatsby by 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 then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.