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.

He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

Intelligence is measured by a person's ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.

Her voice is full of money.