Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.
We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.
A man who's never seen war is like a woman who's never given birth - soft in the head.
The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.
When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.