“The thing about punk is that you’re allowed to talk about anything. Kids can talk about whatever they want. There’s nobody saying, ‘No, you can’t do that, it’s not punk.’”

A stupid tweet by a nobody, meant as a parody, somehow goes viral and the internet offers up death threats.

Strangeness is everywhere, but strangers are only where we define them.

Iggy showed the error of human existence, the breathless nearness of death, and the lure of fun and action. He was like a much better-looking version of Schopenhauer.

“This text was written at the end of 1962, after my return from Algeria. For me the text is the matrix for Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats.” P.G.

Where do you go when you disappear?

it seemed like we’d just been in some horrible dream

“Communism will be when we understand something of love.”

We rehearsed the crowd scenes in the Winter Palace, in the Throne Room and the Armorial Hall.

“Lifestyle must conform to the above-named circles of persons or be easily adapted,” “artistic talent,” “strong general education.”