Through my mind, is just the horror of these people. I had been held by them, I knew how violent they were.

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.

[N]one of us drinks the chalice of our existence to the last drop. None of us is fully obedient. Each of us falls short of the human nature entrusted to us.

To keep a warm heart in a cold world is the real victory.

When the mind imagines its own lack of power, it is saddened by it.

One does not study for a goal. The goal is a mere accident.

If there be time to expose through discussion the falsehood and fallacies, to avert the evil by the processes of education, the remedy to be applied is more speech, not enforced silence.

I try to learn the most I can from every mistake.

If I can, I shall keep my death from saying anything that my life has not already said.

Children and barbarians have clear ideas of justice due to them, but no idea at all of justice due from them.

That's the sacred intent of life, of God--to move us continuously toward growth, toward recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul.

There’s nothing better than an elegant cry of despair.