I mean, they call it Stockholm Syndrome and post traumatic stress disorder. And, you know, I had no free will. I had virtually no free will until I was separated from them for about two weeks.

My daughters have grown up knowing all about my kidnapping and the case and what happened.

Is it reasonable to assume that someone who has been locked in a closet for 57 days after being kidnapped and brutalized, raped, abused, then they say you're going to rob a bank?

Well, you know, it's really been, you know, quite a trip for me.

For me, my awakening came when I was kidnapped.

There is - you know, there's receipts for rented cars and license plates and guns and hand prints and palm prints and fingerprints. You know, I want to wait until I'm in a court.

I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake.

I'm a coward, I didn't want to die.

I got hit in the face with a gun. I'm not very fragile at all. It makes me think maybe things would be easier if I were terribly frail and fragile somehow.

Well, you know, they were - they were a terrorist group. They - when I was kidnapped they published all of their statements about their war that they declared on the United States.

Even to me, as I was trying to tell the government what had happened, it just didn't seem to matter.

A living faith, a glorious hope.

Love is a natural instinct that grows if it is nurtured. It evolves itself but withers if it is not watered with affection, care, respect and kindness.

In order for someone to be 100% content, they must first believe it to be so.

A shepherd may like to travel, but he should never forget his sheep.

Ultimately, I remain optimistic about not just America's future, but the direction that the world is growing.

The ideal state is meekness, or humility, or the semi-invalid state of the old. Year after year I am becoming nobler and nobler. If I can live to be decrepit enough, I shall be a saint.

The wise man doesn't give the right answers, he poses the right questions.

To be a Marxist does not mean that one becomes a Communist party member. There are as many varieties of Marxists as there are of Protestants.

When you go to work, if your name is on the building, you're rich. If your name is on your desk, you're middle class. And if your name is on your shirt, you're poor.

Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?