'Revolutionaries often die young. They're not in a position to invent New York. They cross the sea, the sky, gardens. At night they go into rooms and kill or hide, bumping against the furniture. Their most peaceful movement is like a flash of lighting. The world below, our world, for which they'll all be killed, lives day to day. It cooks its meals, goes to bed. But supermen stay awake and eat anything that comes to hand, at any old time. Even when they're serious, revolutionaries are only playing, hatching schemes to be worked out properly later. It's all a question of style...'
Jean Genet - Prisoner of Love