Don’t you understand? That human being who’s going to die down there is furious because his fellow man isn’t going to die with him. If he had his choice, he’d tear the other man to pieces with his teeth and nails rather than let him go on enjoying life while he himself is about to be deprived of it. Oh, mankind, race of crocodiles! How well I recognize you down there, and how worthy you are of yourselves!

— The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time. --Sylvia Plath

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