It's up to history to judge.
The sick are victims of their own imagination.
In Khmer we have a saying that when one is both quite sick and old there remains only one thing, that you die.
When I die, my only wish is that Cambodia remain Cambodia and belong to the West. It is over for communism, and I want to stress that.
No gain in keeping, no loss in weeding out.
I'm quite satisfied on one thing: If we had not carried out our struggle, Cambodia would have become another Kampuchea Krom in 1975.