Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYou donโt know what a trial it is to be โlike me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.
F. Scott Fitzgerald