Other people's stories may become part of your own, the foundation of it, the ground it goes on. - Ursula K. Le Guin

I don’t know. Do men kill men, except in madness? Does any beast kill its own kind? Only the insects. These yumens kill us as lightly as we kill snakes. The one who taught me said that they kill one another, in quarrels, and also in groups, like ants fighting. I haven’t seen that. But I know they don’t spare one who asks life. They will strike a bowed neck, I have seen it! There is a wish to kill in them, and therefore I saw fit to put them to death.

Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.

Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.