Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?

I have always looked on disobedience toward the oppressive as the only way to use the miracle of having been born.

What's the point anyway - Of suffering, dying? It teaches us to live, boy. A man who does not struggle does not live, he survives.

I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.

When my father was arrested, we didn't know where they had him. My mother found him at the house of torture. It was called Villa Triste.

Have you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?

I know ours is a world made by men for men, their dictatorship is so ancient it even extends to language.