“When suddenly (a man) turns upon you and says ‘Punish me. I do not deserve it. But because I do not deserve it, I will accept it so that the world will know hat I am right and you are wrong,’ you hardly know what to do. You feel defeated and secretly ashamed. You know that this man is as good a man as you are; that from some mysterious source he has found the courage and the conviction to meet physical force with soul force.”

– Martin Luther King Jr. in Why We Can’t Wait

“All that’s truly documented from time immemorial is that man continues to kill without needing the meat of his quarry; he lies in order to avoid accountability or, conversely, to seize the reins of accountability to the point where the social contact between the government and the governed is his alone to write; he seeks endlessly to enrich himself  at the expense of the public will, and while he’s at it tries all too frequently to turn his personal morality or religion into everyone else’s legality or religiosity, no quarter to the unbelievers of pariahdom.”
– Robert Ludlum in the introduction of Trevayne

The deafening sounds of the busy city were muted here, muffled by the endless aisles of clothing. A surreal feeling settled over me as I ducked through a door-like gap made by the used shirts that hung from every available crevice. A wide eyed child peered at me but said nothing. Her entrepreneurial mother gave me a suspicious once over before returning to her work. As I continued on, the hushed whisper of ‘muzungu’ heralded my movement.

“What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.”

– the Priest to Mr Henry in A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway