This is not a story of heroic feats, or merely the narrative of a cynic; at least I do not mean it to be. It is a glimpse of two lives running parallel for a time, with similar hopes and convergent dreams.
The guerrilla band is not to be considered inferior to the army against which it fights simply because it is inferior in fire power.
Once again I feel beneath my heels the ribs of Rocinante. Once more, I’m on the road with my shield on my arm.
The victory of Socialism is well worth millions of atomic victims!
Imperialism has been defeated in many partial battles. But it remains a considerable force in the world, and we cannot expect its final defeat save through effort and sacrifice on the part of all of us.
I finally felt myself lifted definitively away on the winds of adventure toward worlds I envisaged would be stranger than they were, into situations I imagined would be much more normal than they turned out to be.
The socialist countries have the moral duty of liquidating their tacit complicity with the exploiting countries of the West.
While envisaging the destruction of imperialism, it is necessary to identify its head, which is no other than the United States of America.
A revolutionary must become a cold killing machine motivated by pure hate. We must create the pedagogy of the The Wall!
Peaceful coexistence cannot be limited to the powerful countries if we want to ensure world peace.
Arms cannot be regarded as merchandise in our world. They should be delivered to the peoples asking for them for use against the common enemy without any charge at all, and in quantities determined by the need and their availability.
One does not necessarily have to wait for a revolutionary situation: it can be created.
It is not a matter of wishing success to the victim of aggression, but of sharing his fate; one must accompany him to his death or to victory.
Chess is an effective means to educate and train the human intellect.
There are no borders in this fight to the death; we cannot be indifferent to what is happening in any part of the world.
We are overcome by anguish at this illogical moment of humanity.
If any person has a good word for the previous government that is good enough for me to have him shot.
I am not Christ or a philanthropist, old lady, I am all the contrary of a Christ...
A country that does not know how to read and write is easy to deceive.
Blind hate against the enemy creates a forceful impulse that cracks the boundaries of natural human limitations, transforming the soldier in an effective, selective and cold killing machine. A people without hate cannot triumph against the adversary.
In fact, if Christ himself stood in my way, I, like Nietzsche, would not hesitate to squish him like a worm.