You can't understand what a free city means, because you're growing up in slavery.

To tell the truth, a star falling from the sky made about as much impression on me as a button falling off a coat.

They're like people, stones are: they're young or old, hard or soft, polished or rough, sharp, punk and covered with pores, striated with veins, sly or dependable enough to hold your foot when you slip, faithless, glad at your misfortunes, faithful, remaining on duty in foundations for centuries, dull-witted, morose, proud, dreaming of becoming epitaphs, modest, devoted without hope of recompense lined up on the ground in endless cobblestone rows like nameless people, nameless to the end of time.

In these times of turmoil we must try to love one another. Love will protect us.

All former inmates are hereby called upon to return to serve out their sentences.