There’s a certain joy in swinging around, propelling yourself upward…the fluidity of movement.
– Alex Honnold
When the modern movement began, starting perhaps with the paintings of Manet and the poetry of Baudelaire and Rimbaud, what distinguished the modern movement was the enormous honesty that writers, painters and playwrights displayed about themselves. The bourgeois novel flinches from such notions.
– J. G. Ballard