No single crisis shapes a generation; but a succession of events, each one bringing its shaping blows to bear.
Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.
It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.
This is Malaya. Everything takes a long, a very long time, in Malaya. Things get done, occasionally, but more often they don't, and the more in a hurry you are, the quicker you break down.
Persecution matures young rebels.
Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.