It’s the well-behaved children that make the most formidable revolutionaries. They don’t say a word, they don’t hide under the table, they eat only one piece of chocolate at a time. But later on, they make society pay dearly.

Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.