Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldhe was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.
F. Scott FitzgeraldFrom the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.
F. Scott Fitzgerald