The Walls Are The Publishers Of The

The Walls Are The Publishers Of The Poor.

I Am Not A Historian. I Am A Writer Obsessed With Remembering, With Remembering The Past

I Don't Believe In Charity. I Believe In Solidarity.

We Are All Mortal Until The First Kiss And The Second Glass Of Wine.

Human Rights Pale Beside The Rights Of Machines. In More And More Cities, Especially In The Great Metropolises Of The South, People Have Been Banned. Automobiles Usurp Human Space, Poison The Air, And Frequently Murder The Interlopers Who Invade Their Conquered Territory -and No One Lifts A Finger To Stop Them. Is There A Difference Between Violence That Kills By Car And That Which Kills By Knife Or Bullet?" (p.231)