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?

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.

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.

What kind of a world do we live in that has room for dog yoga but not for Esperanto?

Time is the king of men.

I don't like to feel like I'm in a club when I'm in my car and I turn on the radio. Anything that ceases to be a song and just sounds like house music kind of stresses me out.

He who has made it a practice to lie and deceive his father, will be the most daring in deceiving others.

Get the right people on the bus, the wrong people off the bus, and the right people in the right seats...

Nonviolence is the means, the end for everyone is complete independence.

Actions have consequences.

You take dark chocolate, you mix it with white milk, and it becomes a delicious drink. That is the chocolate I am talking about.

There's no such thing beneath the heavens as conditions favorable to art. Art must crash through or perish.