If One's Fated To Be

Russian Talk Of Political Evil Is As Natural As Eating.

I Got Caught Up In The Proletariat The Way Marx Describes It.

There Are Worse Crimes Than Burning Books. One Of Them Is Not Reading Them.

The Formula For Prison Is A Lack Of Space Counterbalanced By A Surplus Of Time. This Is What Really Bothers You, That You Can't Win. Prison Is Lack Of Alternatives, And The Telescopic Predictability Of The Future Is What Drives You Crazy.

Poetry Is What Is Gained In Translation.