If I am not what you say I am, then you are not who you think you are.
One day, to everyone’s astonishment, someone drops a match in the powder keg and everything blows up.
You took the best, so why not take the rest?
Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.
You write in order to change the world.
An identity is questioned only when it is menaced, as when the mighty begin to fall, or when the wretched begin to rise, or when the stranger enters the gates, never, thereafter, to be a stranger.