The End Is What You Want And

Change Means Movement. Movement Means Friction. Only In The Frictionless Vacuum Of A Nonexistent Abstract World Can Movement Or Change Occur Without That Abrasive Friction Of Conflict.

The Establishment Can Accept Being Screwed, But Not Being Laughed At

The Cry Of The Have-nots Has Never Been "give Us Our Hearts," But Always "get Off Our Backs"; They Ask Not For Love But For Breathing Space.

Last Guys Don't Finish Nice.

Once You Accept Your Own Death, All Of A Sudden You're Free To Live. You No Longer Care About Your Reputation. You No Longer Care Except So Far As Your Life Can Be Used Tactically To Promote A Cause You Believe In.