[indira Gandhi] Answered Cautiously At First. Then

How Do You Dare To Ask Me For A Solution? It's Like Asking Seneca For A Solution. You Remember What He Did? He Committed Suicide!

With Our Progress We Have Destroyed Our Only Weapon Against Tedium: That Rare Weakness We Call Imagination.

I Don't Even Know If I Will Be Around Next Year. My Cancers Are So Bad That I Think I've Arrived At The End Of The Road. What A Pity. I Would Like To Live Not Only Because I Love Life So Much, But Because I'd Like To See The Result Of The Trial. I Do Think I Will Be Found Guilty.

There Are Moments In Life When Keeping Silent Becomes A Fault, And Speaking An Obligation. A Civic Duty, A Moral Challenge, A Categorical Imperative From Which We Cannot Escape.

This Islam Business Kidnapped Me.