Exterior: the jungle. Interior: Dark night of the white man’s soul.

What treaty is it that finally separates those two territories, the hard resolve of our exteriors and the terrible disaster on our insides?

An insult bestowed on your interior and exterior personality; for causes beyond control, kills you innumerably, till the last breath.

Our destiny is not mapped out for us by some exterior power; we map it out for ourselves. What we think and do in the present determines what shall happen to us in the future.

It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against...

But I have never wanted to be a singer, because the exterior part of a career, I don’t like very much.