And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life
Emile ZolaArt for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
Emile ZolaIf you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
Emile ZolaThey dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
Emile Zola