"I am like them...You ought to see...You don't know me." She hesitated and her eyes came back to him, rested abruptly on his, as though surprised at last to see him there.

"I've got a streak of what you'd call 

cheapness.

I don't know where I get it but its--oh, things like this and bright colors and gaudy vulgarity. I seem to belong here. These people could appreciate me and take me for granted, and these men would fall in love with me and admire me, whereas the clever men I meet would just analyze me and tell me I'm this

because of this

or that because of that."

The Beautiful and the Damned

F. Scott Fitzgerald