Only people who’ve been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts. Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars. So I think I’m as concerned about fairness and justice as anybody. But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T.S. Eliot calls ‘hollow men’. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they’re doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don’t want to.
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. but even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there - to the edge of the world.There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.