He found something that he wanted, had always wanted and always would want — not to be admired, as he had feared; not to be loved, as he had made him… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and third — -before long the best lines cancel out — -and the secret is exposed at last; the planes of the picture have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping such fatuous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true.

She knew few words and believed in none.

Gloria was sure she wanted but to read and dream and be fed tomato sandwiches and lemonades by some angelic servant