Am I self-righteous? Why not? It's not like I can count on you to be righteous for me.

I feel like a visitor that got left behind by his ride.

I don't wish to be anything more or less than what I am. If this is how it is, then so be it.

I'm so burned out, the only person I can stand is myself. I'm the only one I would put through this. Wheels and wings, The ride is everything. I'm all I've got. I'm all I can take. Another day has destroyed a part of me. So far so good.

Some soldier will say, 'You know, sir, you and I have some political disagreements, but I'm glad you came all the way out here.' And you know, you say, 'Well, maybe one day you'll see the light but I'm glad to be out here with you.'

The history of apartheid-era South Africa is incredibly sad and at times infuriatingly incomprehensible.

I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.