All the gods are dead except the god of war.

In prison, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.

Every highly successful person is a maniac on a mission. Too much agreement kills a chat

Pig power in America was infuriating, but pig power in the communist framework was awesome and unaccountable.

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

The racist conscience of America is such that murder does not register as murder really, unless the victim is white... blacks knew that white blood is the coin of freedom in a land where for four hundred years black blood has been shed unremarked and with impunity.

And why does it make you sad to see how everything hangs by such thin and whimsical threads? Because you’re a dreamer, an incredible dreamer, with a tiny spark hidden somewhere inside you which cannot die, which even you cannot kill or quench and which tortures you horribly because all the odds are against its continual burning. In the midst of the foulest decay and putrid savagery, this spark speaks to you of beauty, of human warmth and kindness, of goodness, of greatness, of heroism, of martyrdom, and it speaks to you of love.