Words without deeds are worthless.
In fact, if Christ himself stood in my way, I, like Nietzsche, would not hesitate to squish him like a worm.
One has to grow hard but without ever losing tenderness.
Everyday you have to fight so that love for humanity can be transformed into concrete deeds, into acts that set an example, that mobilize.
We are overcome by anguish at this illogical moment of humanity.
Wrapped in a police blanket, I watched the rain and smoked one black cigarette after another.