The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror,

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

Revolution Is Like Saturn, It Devours Its Own Children.

We Have Not Made The Revolution, The Revolution Has Made Us.

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.