He Said That In A Way Being

People Can Only Be Found In What They Do.

Literature Was Intended To Be Dangerous. Art Was Meant To Be Dangerous. Ideas Were Nothing If They Were Not Dangerous.

They Waited. The Door Did Not Open. The Rain Did Not Stop. The Darkness Made A Tent And Covered Them Completely.

Nothing So Completely Verifies Our Perception Of A Thing As Our Killing Of It.

... Too Much Brooding, Not Enough Doing.