For A Man Who Loves Power, Competition

No Human Being, Even The Most Passionately Loved And Passionately Loving, Is Ever In Our Possession.

We Used To Wonder Where War Lived, What It Was That Made It So Vile. And Now We Realize That We Know Where It Lives... Inside Ourselves.

To Be Famous, In Fact, One Has Only To Kill One's Landlady.

I Had The Whole Sky In My Eyes And It Was Blue And Gold.

All That Remains Is A Fate Whose Outcome Alone Is Fatal. Outside Of That Single Fatality Of Death, Everything, Joy Or Happiness, Is Liberty. A World Remains Of Which Man Is The Sole Master. What Bound Him Was The Illusion Of Another World.