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 Fitzgeraldbut they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.
F. Scott FitzgeraldOne thin's sure and nothing's surer The rich get richer and the poor get - children. In the meantime, In between time...
F. Scott Fitzgerald