So Long As One Believes

The Existentialist Says At Once That Man Is Anguish.

Intellectuals Cannot Be Good Revolutionaries; They Are Just Good Enough To Be Assassins.

Naturally, In The Course Of My Life I Have Made Lots Of Mistakes, Large And Small, For One Reason Or Another, But At The Heart Of It All, Every Time I Made A Mistake It Was Because I Was Not Radical Enough.

What I See Is Teeming Cohesion, Contained Dispersal... For Him, To Sculpt Is To Take The Fat Off Space.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.