A broken heart is such a shabby thing, like poverty and failure and the incurable diseases which are also deforming. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it back into its normal condition, as a tough somewhat scarred but operating organ.

People may correctly remember the events of twenty years ago (a remarkable feat), but who remembers his fears, his disgusts, his tone of voice? It is like trying to bring back the weather of that time.

Journalism at its best and most effective is education. Apparently people would not learn for themselves, nor from others.

In more than half the nations of our world, torture certifies that the form of government is tyranny. Only tyranny, no matter how camouflaged, needs and employs torturers. Torture has no ideology.

After a lifetime of war-watching, I see war as an endemic human disease, and governments are the carriers.

There were ten concentration camps in France from 1939 on.

I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.