I feel that I am a citizen of the American dream and that the revolutionary struggle of which I am a part is a struggle against the American nightmare.
We shall have our manhood. We shall have it or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it.
Too much agreement kills a chat.
Everybody changes, not just me.
I have taken an oath in my heart to oppose communism until the day I die.
But it is not that easy, is it? I seek a lasting relationship, something permanent in a world of change, in which all is transitory, ephemeral, and full of pain.