In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong! Compton
You have strength born of years of grief and anger... The strength of a man denied revenge.
If one million of you give assent to the one thousand who participate in the murder of a child, then one million of you are a million times guilty.
Purity. Serenity... Solitude: What you ought to uphold. But the important thing is whether you believe it.
It is right that one must come so far to see the world as it is meant to be.