I am myself and I am here.

What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

Violence is good for those who have nothing to lose.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

This [service to oppressed] is the writer's task, and, if he fulfills it as he should, he acquires no merit from it.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.