This is a description of Scott Fitzgerald by Ernest Hemmingway, think its really beautiful:

” His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a Butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became concious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly anymore because the love of light had gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.”

E Hemmingway, A Moveable Feast