When one has no character, one HAS to apply a method. Here it did wonders incontrovertibly, and I am living on the site of one of the greatest crimes in human history.

I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.

Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

Art and revolt will die only with the last man.

No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

We are not so mad as to think that we shall create a world in which murder will not occur. We are fighting for a world in which murder will no longer be legal.

It is not rebellion itself which is noble but the demands it makes upon us.