Poor Brain! How Helplessly It

If You Complain Of People Being Shot Down In The Streets, Of The Absence Of Communication Or Social Responsibility, Of The Rise Of Everyday Violence Which People Have Become Accustomed To, And The Dehumanization Of Feelings, Then The Ultimate Development On An Organized Social Level Is The Concentration Camp... The Concentration Camp Is The Final Expression Of Human Separateness And Its Ultimate Consequence. It Is Organized Abandonment.

Memory Inevitably Romanticizes, Pressing Reality To Recede Like Pain.

Proctor--he Knows It Is Insane: No, It Is Not The Same! What Others Say And What I Sign To Is Not The Same!

I Am Bewildered By The Death Of Love. And My Responsibility For It.

Peace. It Is A Providence, And No Great Change; We Are Only What We Always Were, But Naked Now.