No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there! I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk --handsome, twenty-two year old.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

There’s a monument due me by rank already
I’d blow the damn thing up with dynamite
So strongly I hate every kind of dead thing
So much I adore every kind of life!

The philosophy of FIFA is to expand world soccer space, to spread out the world football space.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

I'm overwhelmed by it. I've asked for the ceremony not to be too decorative and showy because I'm not the type; I hope it'll just be very simple.