My Definition Of What Makes A Journey

If I Were A First Rate Writer, I Wouldn't Mind A Bit. What Does Depress Me Is This: It Is So Desperately Hard And So Obsessive And So Lonely To Write That, In Return For All This Work, One Would Like A Little Self Satisfaction. And That Is Never Going To Come, For The Simple Reason That I Do Not Deserve It. I Cannot Be A Good Enough Writer. You See? I Call It Grim. But The Future Looks Awfully Clear To Me.

I Feel Very Troubled In The Head And Heart.

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.

The Private Conscience Is The Last And Only Protection Of The Civilized World.

America Has Made No Reparation To The Vietnamese, Nothing. We Are The Richest People In The World And They Are Among The Poorest. We Savaged Them, Though They Had Never Hurt Us, And We Cannot Find It In Our Hearts, Our Honor, To Give Them Help-because The Government Of Vietnam Is Communist. And Perhaps Because They Won.