“Premeditated details arrive, when you're writing, and my instinct is always to reach for the nearest weapon.”

“You're my bondage and my freedom,
my flesh burning like a naked summer night,
you're my country.
Hazel eyes marbled green,
you're awesome, beautiful, and brave,
you're my desire always just out of reach.”

“If you have a choice between extra makeup or extra weapons always take the weapons. Just the fact that you're debating between those two choices proves that you're going to need the weapons more.”

“All reactionary classes in all historical epochs, when the antagonism between exploiters and exploited reaches its highest peak, presaging the arrival of a new social regime, have turned to the worst weapons of repression and calumny against their adversaries.”

“When wisdom reaches the pinnacle of perfection, it will suppress the vicious instincts and injurious desires.”

“There will always be a part, and always a very large part of every community, that have no care but for themselves, and whose care for themselves reaches little further than impatience of immediate pain, and eagerness for the nearest good.”

“my love isn't a weapon, it's a lifeline, reach out and take hold, and don't let go!”

“Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.”

“I will fight with all the weapons within my reach rather than let myself be nailed to a cross or whatever.”

“Class instinct is subjective and spontaneous. … To arrive at proletarian class positions, the class instinct of proletarians only needs to be educated; the class instinct of the petty bourgeoisie, and hence of intellectuals, has, on the contrary, to be revolutionized.”