Nolite te bastardes carborundorum

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. The floor was of varnished wood, with stripes and circles painted on it, for the games that were formerly played …

There is more than one kind of freedom... Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don't u…

I would rather dance as a ballerina, though faultily, than as a flawless clown.

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.

If they cut off both hands, I will compose music anyway holding the pen in my teeth.

I am not capitulating.