They were careless people, Tom and Daisy – they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

F Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Great Gatsby’

Oh prisoners, harken unto me! I deliver you from your science, your formulas, your laws, from that bondage of the spirit, from that determinism which is more obdurate than fate. I am the cleft in the armour-plating. I am the loophole in the prison. I am the error in the calculation. I am life.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, ‘Southern Mail’