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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.

Oh, How I Wish That Orwell Were Still Alive, So That I Could Read His Comments On Contemporary Events!

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

There Are Good Books Which Are Only For Adults. There Are No Good Books Which Are Only For Children.

You Will Be A Poet Because You Will Always Be Humiliated.