Let all of us who shared the prison soup meet again in better times!

The events were trivial, but for the first time in my life I learned to look at them through a magnifying glass.

When one is already on the edge of the grave, why not resist?

Prison is a good place in which to reflect. It was a permanent polishing of my ideas.

Every house was festooned with flowers and with lanterns. On the national day, the whole country went wild with joy, But on that very day, I was placed in chains and transferred: The wind remains contrary to the flight of the eagle.

Sometimes people have sympathized with me because long years of my life were spent in jail and in exile. Well, those years ... were a mixed experience. I hated them because they separated me from the dearest thing in the world-the struggle of my people for rebirth. At the same time, they were a blessing because I had what is so rare in this world-the opportunity of thinking about basic issues, the opportunity of examining afresh the beliefs I held.