A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.

The force of what was called Panther rhetoric or word mongering resided not in elegant discourse but in strength of affirmation (or denial), in anger of tone and timbre. When the anger led to action there was no turgidity or over-emphasis. Anyone who has witnessed political rows among the Whites will have to admit that the Whites aren't overburdened with poetic imagination.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.

Men endowed with a wild imagination should have, in addition, the great poetic faculty of denying our universe and its values so that they may act upon it with sovereign ease.

Violence is a calm that disturbs you.

Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.