I Am Dying Of Hunger.

I Would Have Been Better Than Adolf Hitler. I Could Have Delivered His Speeches A Lot Better... That's For Certain.

I Knew There Were, In Myself, The Souls Of Millions Of People Who Lived Centuries Ago; Not Just People But Animals, Plants, The Elements, Things, Even, Matter. All Of These Exist In Me.

You Leap Over The Wall Of One Ghetto And Find Yourself In Another Ghetto.

You Have To Protect Yourself, Your Body, Your Being. You Cannot Treat It Badly; You Have To Keep It, Make As Sensitive As Possible

I Sell Myself For The Highest Price. Exactly Like A Prostitute. There Is No Difference.