No compromise with the main purpose, no peace till victory, no pact with unrepentant wrong.
I don't consider myself a politician or a hero. I'm a messenger. If Cambodia is to survive, she needs many voices.
I see. . . a pile of skulls and bones. For the first time since my arrival, what I see before me is too painful, and I break down completely. These are my relatives, friends and neighbors, I keep thinking. . . It is a long time before I am calm again. And then I am able, with my bare hands, to rearrange the skulls and bones so that they are not scattered about.
Together we can prevent genocide from happening again. Together we can make a better future for our children.
I want to save lives, including my own, but Cambodians believe we just rent this body. It is just a house for the spirit, and if the house is full of termites, it is time to leave.
Part of my life is saving life.
People are essentially red meat. They are.
A supreme deity would no more gift us with intellect and expect us to forsake it in moments of bafflement, than He would fashion us eyes to see and bid us shut them to the stars
I was the world's ugliest baby. I have photos of my folks leaving the hospital with sacks over their heads. . . I asked my mother how to turn off the electric fan. She said 'Grab the blade!
I function as a channel from which music emerges from the chaos of noise.