I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you?
 Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
If we don’t believe in free expression for those we despise, we don’t believe in it at all.
Noam Chomsky, BBC’s The Late Show (Interview by John Pilgner)