The Walls Are The Publishers Of The

Our Defeat Was Always Implicit In The Victory Of Others; Our Wealth Has Always Generated Our Poverty By Nourishing The Prosperity Of Others - The Empires And Their Native Overseers. In The Colonial And Neocolonial Alchemy, Gold Changes Into Scrap Metal And Food Into Poison.

Any Open Net Was An Unforgivable Crime Meriting Immediate Punishment, And [di Stefano] Carried Out The Sentence By Stabbing At It Like A Mischievous Elf.

Scientists Say That Human Beings Are Made Of Atoms, But A Little Bird Told Me That We Are Also Made Of Stories

In This World Of Ours, A World Of Powerful Centers And Subjugated Outposts, There Is No Wealth That Must Not Be Held In Some Suspicion.

Always In All My Books I'm Trying To Reveal Or Help To Reveal The Hidden Greatness Of The Small, Of The Little, Of The Unknown - And The Pettiness Of The Big.