"You should never be here too much; be so far away that they can’t find you, they can’t get at you to shape, to mould. Be so far away, like the mountains, like the unpolluted air; be so far away that you have no parents, no relations, no family, no country; be so far away that you don’t know even where you are. Keep far away; keep a distance which can never be crossed over; keep a passage open always through which no one can come. Don’t let them find you; don’t come into contact with them too closely. You should never be here too much, be so far away that even you cannot find yourself."
"I will forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. And I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use: silence, exile and cunning."
— James Joyce’s Stephen Dedalus (via Eric Own Moss in tribute to Lebbeus Woods)