“‘It’s the honeymoon of the Revolution,’ Sartre said to me. No machinery, no bureaucracy, but a direct contact between leaders and people, and a mass of seething and slightly confused hopes. It wouldn’t last forever, but it was a comforting sight. For the first time in our lives, we were witnessing happiness that had been attained by violence; all our previous experience, especially the war in Algeria, had presented us with its negative aspect: the rejection of the oppressor. Here, the 'rebels,’ the people who had supported them, the soldiers of the milia who might soon perhaps be fighting again, were all radiant and bursting with gaiety. It restored a pleasure in just being alive that I thought I had lost forever.”

“what’s done at night belongs to the night. in the daytime you don’t talk about it.”