Trust is fine, but control is better.
Vice is basically the love of failure.
Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.
Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.
I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.
Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.