Today, together, let us repeat as our slogan that all trace of violence must disappear from this earth, then the sun will be honey-colored and music good to hear.
Language casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it.
The bearers of fables are very welcome.
I refuse to pronounce the names of possession and nonpossession.
... I am with fire between my teeth and still nothing but my blank page.
The class struggle is precisely that which resolves the contradictions between two opposed classes by abolishing them at the same time that it constitutes and reveals them as classes.