The place of the worst barbarism is that modern forest that makes use of us, this forest of chimneys and bayonets, machines and weapons, of strange inanimate beasts that feed on human flesh.

To exploit living labour, capital must destroy dead labour which is still useful. Loving to suck warm young blood, it kills corpses.

And after a while...I mean, how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die. My powers aren't a prescription you can get filled as needed.

The cuckoo who is on to himself is halfway out of the clock.

Everyone needs to realize why am I here? It comes in everyone's life; you ask why am I here? What am I doing? Once you are able to answer that question for yourself honestly, you have smooth sailing.

I don't write music for critics or hipsters. I write for me.

I'm a big Pacino fan. He's a great actor: so much passion and intensity.

Unlike the talent for war, the ability to make peace has always been rare.

Without doubt, the most common weakness of all human beings is the habit of leaving their minds open to the negative influence of other people.

One should never permit a disorder to persist in order to avoid a war, for wars cannot be avoided and can only be deferred to the advantage of others.

Success in war underpins the claims to greatness of many presidents.

I'm much more self-conscious clothed than unclothed. I'm a frustrated Page Three girl. I have no shame about my body.