I have come here to kick ass and chew on the entrails of my enemies. And I'm all out of the entrails of my enemies.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...
I don't know about other men, but I swear, if I had the chance, I would respect you and resent you, night and day and day and night!
Most animal signals are best seen neither as informative or deceptive, but as manipulative. A signal is a means by which one animal makes use of another animal's muscle power. A nightingale's song is not information, not even deceitful information. It is persuasive, hypnotic, spellbinding oratory.
When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.