When you're living as a fugitive your life is at risk.

He's a young man. He has a life, he has a family. He's closing this book.

It had to be extremely hush-hush, otherwise he wouldn't have made it out of Colombia.

His own words saying, 'I just woke up,' shows you he was somewhere else at the moment, disconnected from the entire event.

Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing, and which shirking pain, misses happiness as well. No one ever yet was the poorer in the long run for having once in a lifetime ‘let out all the length of the reins.

Why am I trying to look for someone when I can't even find myself.