Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that's where it's really at.

you mourn, you hurt and you start to heal.

The hardest part for so long was learning how to shut my own doors. You taught me to hate so many things I used to love...I'm starting to love them again...and I think if you knew me now you would realize you would start to love me again too...but I really want you to know that out of all the things I have hated and fallen for again...you were not one of them.

الثورة عادة نار تأكل نفسها وأبناءها ووعودها .. أما الثوار فهم مثل الأثرياء : ليس لهم أولاد .. ولكن لهم ورثة فقط !

Break up the printing presses and you break up rebellion.

When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It's like death.