Satire Is People As They Are; Romanticism,

A Novel Must Be A Rich Forest Known At The Start Only By Instinct.

I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of Laughter.

Rage Swept Over Her At Being Young, Young And Little, As If Some Evil Fairy Had Put That Spell On Her. Why Must You Be Locked Up In This Dreadful Cage Of Childhood For Twenty Or A Hundred Years? Nothing In Life Was Possible Unless You Were Old And Rich, Until Then You Were Only Small And Futile Before Your Tormentors, Desperately Waiting For The Release That Only Years Could Bring.

A Capacity For Going Overboard Is A Requisite For A Full-grown Mind.

For A Genius To Be A Genius, He Must Have A Selfless Slave Between Himself And The World.