Waiting is the great vocation of the dispossessed.
Civilizations have always been pyramidal in structure. As one climbs toward the apex of the social edifice, there is increased leisure and increasing opportunity to pursue hapiness. As one climbs, one finds also fewer and fewer people to enjoy this m...
Freedom is never very safe.
We happen to be the vanguard of that revolutionary struggle because we are the most dispossessed.
Make the people sovereign and the poor will use the machinery of government to dispossess the rich.
To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.
Privacy, in fact, was almost as desirable for physics as it was for sex.
Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?
In Paris, where I live, the inner neighborhoods are only available to the white elite. The poor and dispossessed are shuffled out to suburbs and never seen.
When a person is dispossessed of his land, there is a reaction and you have to deal with the reaction properly. You just can't deal with the reaction by giving him money.
Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.
You have nothing. You posses nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
The individual cannot bargain with the State. The State recognizes no coinage but power: and it issues the coins itself.
National identity is the last bastion of the dispossessed. But the meaning of identity is now based on hatred, on hatred for those who are not the same.
Christianity began as a religion of the poor and dispossessed - farmers, fishermen, Bedouin shepherds. There's a great lure to that kind of simplicity and rigor - the discipline, the call to action.
An old African leader says about leadership, he says that leadership should never be shared; it should always remain in the hands of the dispossessed people. We will lead the revolution.
You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change.
Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together.
The universe as a giant harpstring, oscillating in and out of existence! What note does it play, by the way? Passages from the Numerical Harmonies, I supposed?
You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.
They argued because they liked argument, liked the swift run of the unfettered mind along the paths of possibility, liked to question what was not questioned.
