I refuse to pronounce the names of possession and nonpossession.

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's something very lazy about the way you have loved him blindly for so long without ever criticizing him. You've never even accepted that the man was ugly.

My 'people skills' are 'rusty.' Pardon me but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.

We had an awesome locker room of girls, and I'm honored to have shared a locker room with all those girls.

The great artist is one whom constraint exalts, for whom the obstacle is a springboard.

I have a Guinness Book of World Records entry as the most-watched person on television; now I have a new entry as the only man who has a crab named after him.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

Oh, figures!' answered Ned. 'You can make figures do whatever you want.

Sometimes I have to remind myself, that on my worst day I live like somebody on their greatest

I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak, Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my Jeep.

You know what lies are for.