Maya put it out there, ... She said 'I am not going to be ashamed of somebody else's act of violence.' The soldiers should be ashamed, not me.

I am six years old and instead of celebrating with birthday cakes, I chew on a piece of charcoal.

I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it.

This is what the war has done to me. Now I want to destroy because of it. There is such hate and rage inside me now. The Angkar has taught me to hate so deeply that I now know I have the power to destroy and kill.

I thought the world really hated me. I spent four hours a day being taught that people wanted me dead.

I have to find food -- either I have to hurt somebody, or I have to steal it from somebody.