You are a guardian ... arent you?" He nailed me with his eyes. "Yes." "So ... why are you with me? — Georgia Kakalopoulou
The star of revolution will rise high above the streets of Moscow, from a sea of blood and fire, and turn into a lodestar to lead a liberated humanity — Mikhail Bakunin
Grew up in Stapleton House village, where blood flood the waters in the streets like oil spillage — RZA
It is never too late to give up your prejudices — Henry David Thoreau
My images are not images of reality, but show a kind of second reality, the image of the image. — Thomas Ruff