I Give The Name Violence To A

It's A True Image, Born Of A False Spectacle.

I Give The Name Violence To A Boldness Lying Idle And Enamored Of Danger.

What We Need Is Hatred. From It Our Ideas Are Born.

Would Hamlet Have Felt The Delicious Fascination Of Suicide If He Hadn't Had An Audience, And Lines To Speak?

Repudiating The Virtues Of Your World, Criminals Hopelessly Agree To Organize A Forbidden Universe. They Agree To Live In It. The Air There Is Nauseating. They Can Breathe It.