My heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.

My heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.

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.