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 FitzgeraldI talk with the authority of failure - Ernest with the authority of success. We could never sit across the same table again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald