I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.
So this is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause.
Why is it that the hardest thing in the world is to convince a bird that he is free?
And finally this question. The mystery of who's story it will be. Of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance. Who drivers this map. Blushes us with whips and crowns and with victory, when we survived the impossible. Who is it? That tells all this things.
<...> Who honor those we love, for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die. Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh and lies. Who decides, why we live and what we'll die to defend. Who chains us. And who holds the key,
that can set free us. It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!
You do not owe me your freedom. I cannot giνe it to you. Your freedom is not mine to giνe. It belongs to you and you alone. If you want it back, you must take it for yourselνes.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.