Although I didn't think so at the time, things were a lot simpler in 1969. All you had to do to express yourself was throw rocks at riot police. But with today's sophistication, who's in a position to throw rocks? Who's going to brave what tear gas? C'mon, that's the way it is. Everything is rigged, tied into that massive capital web, and beyond this web there's another web. Nobody's going anywhere. You throw a rock and it'll come right back at you.

With luck, it might even snow for us.

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.

What’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so. That’s the feeling I have, as someone who’s felt this, who’s experienced it.