I have sworn before a picture of the old and mourned comrade Stalin that I won’t rest until I see these capitalist octopuses annihilated.

Wrapped in a police blanket, I watched the rain and smoked one black cigarette after another.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel.

To send men to the firing squad, judicial proof is unnecessary. These procedures are an archaic bourgeois detail. This is a revolution! And a revolutionary must become a cold killing machine motivated by pure hate.

I knew that when the great guiding spirit cleaves humanity into two antagonistic halves, I will be with the people.

We feel that there is a necessity to strengthen unity and that it will be strengthened and the bloc, the monolithic bloc of socialist countries will be formed again.

I have never considered myself an economist.