It's not my fault if reality is Marxist
I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.
Once again I feel beneath my heels the ribs of Rocinante. Once more, I'm on the road with my shield on my arm.
Words without deeds are worthless.
What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two: melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.
And then many things became very clear... we learned perfectly that the life of a single human being is worth millions of times more than all the property of the richest man on earth.