Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng turned toward him and ambiguous eyes stared into his, he assumed the most romantic of expressions and walked on the air cushions that lie on the asphalts of fourteen.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIn short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSomeday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.
F. Scott Fitzgerald