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

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.

A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

Oh, it doesn't get me. I'm pretty well cloistered, and I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway.