from "On a Streetcar Named Success"

Once you know that this is true, 

that the heart of man, his body 

and his brain, are forged in a 

white hot furnace for the purpose

of conflict and with that

conflict removed, the man 

is a sword cutting daisies... 

..You know then that the 

public Somebody you are 

when you "have a name" is 

a fiction created with mirrors and 

that the only 

somebody worth being is the 

solitary and unseen you that 

exsisted from your 

first breath... 

Tennessee Williams

(coolest guy ever)