Someone will always say it better than you will.
"He was always doing that these days. Everything he saw became a symbol of his own existence, from a rabbit caught in the headlights to raindrops racing down a window-pane. Perhaps it was a sign that he was going to become a poet or a philosopher: the kind of person who, when he stood on the sea-shore, didn't see waves breaking on a beach, but saw the surge of human will or the rhythms of copulation, who didn't hear the eroding roar of time and the last moaning sign of humanity fizzing into nothingness. But perhaps it was a sign, he also thought, that he was turning into a pretentious wanker." pg. 96-7
- Stephen Fry 'The Liar'
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