Wie viele Namen hast du eigentlich?”
“So viele, wie ich brauche, um in Freiheit zu leben.
Anarchismus ist die freiwillige Übereinkunft zwischen von der Entscheidung betroffenen Individuen.
peace is the enemy of memory
That’s a rater difficult question […]. You see, their word for “freedom” is the same as their word for “fighting”.
It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyones fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.
It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad an cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact, that bad things happen because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people.
If you only do what you can do, you’ll never be better than what you are.
Whoever had created humanity had left in a major designflaw. It was it’s tendency to bend at knees.
Der Kapitalismus […] ist nicht etwas, das uns von einer äußeren Kraft aufgezwungen wird. Er existiert nur, weil wir jeden Tag, nachdem wir aufgestanden sind, damit fortfahren, ihn zu erzeugen.