No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt was strange to have no self-to be like a little boy left alone in a big house, who knew that now he could do anything he wanted to do, but found that there was nothing that he wanted to do.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.
F. Scott Fitzgerald