Anger is evidence that you are wrong.

Anger is really disappointed hope.

Anger is the fluid love bleeds when cut.

Anger implies love. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.

The Body is the most indisputable materialization of class taste in that one's hairstyle, clothing, diet, and even gait function as signs within a larger system of social positions.

The Body is singular, the soul multiple.

A Body is a body with reflexes and anticipatory qualities, a body that is constantly in-becoming

The Body is a poop gun and eating is reloading.

The Crowd is always wrong. Wisdom is doing everything it does not do.

The Crowd is always a mass grave that death never visited.

A Crowd is not company.

The Crowd is chaotic by nature — Nothing is so uncertain or so inestimable as the disposition of a crowd.