How Do You Dare To

I Know Ours Is A World Made By Men For Men, Their Dictatorship Is So Ancient It Even Extends To Language.

Journalism Is An Extraordinary And Terrible Privilege. Not By Chance, If You Are Aware Of It, Does It Consume You With A Hundred Feelings Of Inadequacy. Not By Chance, When I Find Myself Going Through An Event Or An Important Encounter, Does It Seize Me Like Anguish, A Fear Of Not Having Enough Eyes And Enough Ears And Enough Brains To Look And Listen And Understand Like A Worm Hidden In The Wood Of History.

No Matter What System You Live Under, There Is No Escaping The Law That It's Always The Strongest, The Cruellest, The Least Generous Who Win.

Finally [indira Ganhi] Called A Beautiful Dark Little Boy Who Was Playing On The Lawn, And Embracing Him Tenderly, Murmured, 'this Is My Grandchild; This Is The Man I Love Most In The World.' It Was A Strange Sensation To Watch This Very Powerful Woman Embracing A Child.

I Don't Want To Hear About My Death.