The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
It is folly to punish your neighbor by fire when you live next door.
The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.
Viva Italia! Goodbye to all poor peoples everywhere! ... Pusha da button!
Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once.
Action shouldn't just be seeing all those crashes. You can blow up a cathedral; next time you blow up the Great Wall of China, and then what? But when you're in love with your characters, the smallest action becomes an important action.
A little (or more) boat burning would do many enterprises a world of good.
If I had time and a hammer, I'd track down every bootleg copy and smash it.
The ancestor of every destructive action, every destructive decision, is a negative thought.
