One can't love humanity. One can only love people.

Men can become twins with age. The past was their common womb; the six months of rain and the six months of sun was the period of their common gestation. They needed only a few words and a few gestures to convey their meaning. They had graduated through the same fevers, they were moved by the same love and contempt.

Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.

We remember the details of our story, we do not invent them.

It is the storytellers task to elicit sympathy and a measure of understanding for those who lie outside the boundaries of State approval.

As long as one suffers one lives.

I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different