Language casts sheaves of reality upon the social body, stamping it and violently shaping it.

... I am with fire between my teeth and still nothing but my blank page.

The dictionary is, however, only a rough draft.

Today, together, let us repeat as our slogan that all trace of violence must disappear from this earth, then the sun will be honey-colored and music good to hear.

Not only do we naturalize history, but also consequently we naturalize the social phenomena which express our oppression, making change impossible

The class struggle is precisely that which resolves the contradictions between two opposed classes by abolishing them at the same time that it constitutes and reveals them as classes.

The basic agreement between human beings, indeed what makes them human and makes them social, is language.

Remember. Or, failing that, invent.

I feel a near passion for intelligence at grips with itself and not letting go.

It is quite possible for a work of literature to operate as a war machine upon its epoch.

there is no 'feminine writing' ... and one makes a mistake is using and giving currency to this expression.

It is absolutely essential to hang in there—especially when you feel most discouraged.

Whether you are really right or not doesn't matter it's the belief that counts.

Do not pray by heart but with the heart.

Glamour: the indefinable something about a girl with a big bosom.

Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.

I read. It's also nice for me to get involved in schoolwork, which is a totally different world than acting. It makes me feel like I am doing things that normal people are doing at my age.

There was an austerely dignified award ceremony. By that I mean we had to buy our own drinks - in clear violation of the international journalists'code of truth, fairness and an open bar.

The aim of every human being is to understand the meaning of total love.

Music is my girlfriend, pretty much. It's makes it a little difficult, but I'm always looking, looking for the right girl.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?-Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.