To Ask The Hard Question Is Simple.

There Is No Love; There Are Only The Various Envies, All Of Them Sad.

Thousands Have Lived Without Love, Not One Without Water.

We Were Put On This Earth To Make Things.

All The Literati Keep An Imaginary Friend.

All I Have Is A Voice To Undo The Folded Lie, The Romantic Lie In The Brain Of The Sensual Man-in-the-street And The Lie Of Authority Whose Buildings Grope The Sky: There Is No Such Thing As The State And No One Exists Alone; Hunger Allows No Choice To The Citizen Or The Police; We Must Love One Another Or Die.