I met Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Engels and Mao when I entered prison and they redeemed me.

Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.

Up until now, the prospect of parole has kept us from confronting our captors with any real determination

Very few men imprisoned for economic crimes or even crimes of passion against the oppressor feel that they are really guilty.

What the Super Bowl did for us was give us a sense of urgency.

I don't want to die and leave a few sad songs and a hump in the ground as my only monument. I want to leave a world that is liberated from trash, pollution, racism, nation-states, nation-state wars and armies, from pomp, bigotry, parochialism, a thousand different brands of untruth and licentious, usurious economics.

They will never count me among the broken men.