It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

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.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

Added to the moral solitude of the murderer comes the solitude of the artist, which can acknowledge no authority, save that of another artist.

Betrayal is beautiful.

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

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.