Once we know and are aware, we are responsible for our action and our inaction. We can do something about it or ignore it. Either way, we are still responsible.

Violence is good for those who have nothing to lose.

That is exactly the writer's problem. What does literature stand for in a hungry world?

Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

What then did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths? That they would chant your praises? Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.