There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. Then a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time.Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
我无时无刻不对自己的所作所为深感内疚， 这不是因为我在这里（监狱），也不是讨好你们（假释官）。回首曾经走过的弯路，我多么想对那个犯下重罪的愚蠢的年轻人说些什么，告诉他我现在的感受，告诉他还可以有其他的方式解决问题。可是，我做不到了。那个年轻人早已淹没在岁月的长河里，只留下一个老人孤独地面对过去。重新做人？骗人罢了！小子，别再浪费我的时间了，盖你的章吧，我没有什么可说的了。
They say, "A little sake may longevity assure, but taken to excess…"
——〈在广州岭南学堂的演说〉，1912年5月7日
我是一个无可救药的浪漫主义者。
隐私不是奢侈品；在连接设备的时代，它是必需品。