We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out.

Long ago I left heroics to the heroes

What's the point of a revolution without general copulation copulation copulation

Against Nature's silence I use action In the vast indifference I invent a meaning I don't watch unmoved I intervene and say that this and this are wrong and I work to alter them and improve them The important thing is to pull yourself up by your own hair to turn yourself inside out and see the whole world with fresh eyes

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out. Niether side is glorious. On either side they're just frightened men messing their pants and they all want the same thing - not to lie under theearth, but to walk upon it - without crutches.

We've got rights the right to starve We've got jobs waiting for work We're all brothers lousy and dirty We're all free and equal to die like dogs