For once you must try not to shirk the facts: — Bertolt Brecht

"Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers."

"High above the lake a bomber flies. From the rowing boats Children look up, women, an old man. From a distance They appear like young starlings, their beaks Wide open for food."

"To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated."

"People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart."

"As a youth I enjoyed — indeed, like most of my contemporaries, revered — the agitprop plays of Brecht, and his indictments of Capitalism. It later occurred to me that his plays were copyrighted, and that he, like I, was living through the operations of that same free market. His protestations were not borne out by his actions, neither could they be. Why, then, did he profess Communism? Because it sold. The public’s endorsement of his plays kept him alive; as Marx was kept alive by the fortune Engels’s family had made selling furniture; as universities, established and funded by the Free Enterprise system — which is to say by the accrual of wealth — house, support, and coddle generations of the young in their dissertations on the evils of America."

"Komm, geh mit angeln, sagte der Fischer zum Wurm."