If I can't write it would be as if I died.

Life is extremely short and you cannot dance to current affairs.

In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center.

Psychiatry in this place is like serving an in-flight meal in the middle of a plane crash. If I wanted to make you well, as a doctor, I should be giving you a parachute, not a cheese-and-pickle sandwich.

We're often told that we live in a globalized world, and we talk about it all the time, but people don't stop to think about what it means.

I wanted to look at the differences between how we fought then and how we fight now, because the current lack of closure generates a state of psychological unease that is interesting to acknowledge and examine.

I was carrying two cargoes. Yes, one of them was horror, but the other one was hope.