Every Revolutionary Ends Up Either By Becoming

Once One's Up Against It, The Precise Manner Of One's Death Has Obviously Small Importance.

Friendship Is Not So Simple. It Is Hard To Get And Takes A Long Time, But When One Ha It One Cannot Get Rid Of It, One Has To Face It.

When The Imagination Sleeps, Words Are Emptied Of Their Meaning: A Deaf Population Absent-mindedly Registers The Condemnation Of A Man. ... There Is No Other Solution But To Speak Out And Show The Obscenity Hidden Under The Verbal Cloak.

Every Act Of Rebellion Expresses A Nostalgia For Innocence And An Appeal To The Essence Of Being.

We Continue To Shape Our Personality All Our Life. If We Knew Ourselves Perfectly, We Should Die.