The myth of the self-made man, has to be profoundly hypocritical: it is the self-serving demonstration that a lie is the truth

Hatred as an element of the struggle; a relentless hatred of the enemy, impelling us over and beyond the natural limitations that man is heir to and transforming him into an effective, violent, selective and cold killing machine. Our soldiers must be thus; a people without hatred cannot vanquish a brutal enemy.

At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality.

Let's be realistic. Let's do the impossible!

This is not a story of heroic feats, or merely the narrative of a cynic; at least I do not mean it to be. It is a glimpse of two lives running parallel for a time, with similar hopes and convergent dreams.

I do not imply that in the U.S plants, industrial plants, are places of exploitation where man is oppressed. 1 know that there are a great number of advantages here for too American worker.

Once again I feel beneath my heels the ribs of Rocinante. Once more, I'm on the road with my shield on my arm.