Love Makes Use Of The Worst Traps.

When I Beheld You, Suddenly - For Perhaps A Second - I Had The Strength To Reject Everything That Wasn't You And To Laugh At The Illusion. But My Shoulders Are Very Frail. I Was Unable To Bear The Weight Of The World's Condemnation. And I Began To Hate You When Everything About You Would Have Kindled My Love And When Love Would Have Made Men's Contempt Unbearable, And Their Contempt Would Have Made My Love Unbearable. The Fact Is, I Hate You.

By Stretching Language We'll Distort It Sufficiently To Wrap Ourselves In It And Hide.

Power May Be At The End Of A Gun, But Sometimes It's Also At The End Of The Shadow Or The Image Of A Gun.

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

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