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.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

I decided to be what crime made of me.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

Every premeditated murder is always governed by a preparatory ceremonial and is always followed by a propitiatory ceremonial. The meaning of both eludes the murderers mind.

First of all, don't mix your hairpins up with mine! You .... Oh! All right, mix your muck with mine. Mix it! Mix your rags with my tatters! Mix it all up.

It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.