I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.

Torture is senseless violence, born in fear... torture costs human lives but does not save them. We would almost be too lucky if these crimes were the work of savages: the truth is that torture makes torturers.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth

I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.