I came out of the Soviet Union no longer a communist, because I believed in personal freedom.

Constant repetition dulls receptivity.

Curiosity is the hunger of the human mind.

Life is a thin narrowness of taken-for-granted, a plank over a canyon in a fog.

Even the street, the sunshine, the very air had a special Sunday quality. We walked differently on Sundays, with greater propriety and stateliness. Greetings were more formal, more subdued, voices more meticulously polite. Everything was so smooth, bland, polished. And genuinely so, because this was Sunday. In church the rustling and the stillness were alike pervaded with the knowledge that all was for the best. Propriety ruled the universe. God was in His Heaven, and we were in our Sunday clothes.

What I can't understand is, how can anybody figure now that the government can support us, when we support the government.

As an American I am of course fundamentally opposed to democracy and to anyone advocating or defending democracy, which in theory and practice is the basis of socialism.