A smoke in times of rest is a great companion to the solitary soldier.
I am not a liberator. Liberators do not exist. The people liberate themselves.
Wrapped in a police blanket, I watched the rain and smoked one black cigarette after another.
The true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.
If we had to kneel in order to live in peace, [ U.S. government] will have to kill us before.
Perhaps one day tired of circling the world I'll return to Argentina and settle in the Andean lakes if not indefinitely then at least for a pause while I shift from one understanding of the world to another.