My Curiosity Sister Of Larks.

To Create, I Destroyed Myself; I Made Myself External To Such A Degree Within Myself That Within Myself I Do Not Exist Except In An External Fashion. I Am The Living Setting In Which Several Actors Make Entrances, Putting On Several Different Plays.

Life Hurls Us Like A Stone, And We Sail Through The Air Saying, "look At Me Move.

Literature Exists Because The World Isn't Enough.

We Live By Action—by Acting On Desire. Those Of Us Who Don't Know How To Want—whether Geniuses Or Beggars—are Related By Impotence.

Action Men Are The Unvoluntary Slaves Of Wise Men.