أرى نفسي قربانا في الثورة الحقيقية، المعادل العظيم لإرادة الأفراد، المقّر بإقتراف أفدح الأخطاء سابقا

All night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratospheric regions of his own dreams. There we understood that our vocation, our true vocation, was to move for eternity along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious, looking into everything that came before our eyes, sniffing out each corner but only ever faintly--not setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things the outer limits would suffice.

Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.

Better to die standing, than to live on your knees.

Silence is argument carried out by other means.

In fact, if Christ himself stood in my way, I, like Nietzsche, would not hesitate to squish him like a worm