The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level.
I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
It felt like they used a baton or something -- it was harder than anyone had ever hit me in the head before.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.
The crowd gives the leader new strength.
People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.