The brazen arms were working more quickly. They paused no longer. Every time that a child was placed in them the priests of Moloch spread out their h… - Gustave Flaubert

I detest common heroes and moderate feelings, the sort that exist in real life

At other times, at the edge of a wood, especially at dusk, the trees themselves would assume strange shapes: sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards, , or else the trunk would twist and turn like a body being bent by the wind. At night, when I woke up and the moon and the stars were out, I would see in the sky things that filled me simultaneously with dread and longing. I remember that once, one Christmas Eve, I saw a great naked women, standing erect, with rolling eyes; she must have been a hundred feet high, but along she drifted, growing ever longer and ever thinner, and finally fell apart, each limb remaining separate, with the head floating away first as the rest of her body continued to waver

One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.