I don't think I have the stamina anymore and I certainly don't have the health.

I never wake up wondering whether the day is going to be a meaningful one or whether my labors are gonna be worthwhile. They may be futile, but it doesn't mean they're not important, in a moral sense and in an historical sense.

There's already a lot of self-exculpatory history being written. Right across the board. And it's my task to make sure that such self-exculpatory histories cannot be written.

Sudan, I've come to discover, is a country which, once it gets hold of you, does not let go.

I have leukemia, and my chemotherapy has destroyed my immune system.

I don't think I have the stamina anymore and I certainly don't have the health.

There's just no more compelling a story, no more compelling an issue, no more compelling a locus of human suffering than Sudan.