I leave shreds of my soul on every experience.

Have you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?

The Muslims refuse our culture and try to impose their culture on us. I reject them, and this is not only my duty toward my culture-it is toward my values, my principles, my civilization.

I know ours is a world made by men for men, their dictatorship is so ancient it even extends to language.

I am a danger to myself if I get angry.

Wojtyla was a warrior, who did more to end the Soviet Union than even America.

It brought back to mind the injustice I spoke of, the solitude that oppresses women intent on defending their own destinies, their own dreams, their own mistakes.