The Moment You Give Up Your Principles,

Equality ... Like Freedom, Exists Only Where You Are Now. Only As An Egg In The Womb Are We All Equal.

Journalism Is An Extraordinary And Terrible Privilege. Not By Chance, If You Are Aware Of It, Does It Consume You With A Hundred Feelings Of Inadequacy. Not By Chance, When I Find Myself Going Through An Event Or An Important Encounter, Does It Seize Me Like Anguish, A Fear Of Not Having Enough Eyes And Enough Ears And Enough Brains To Look And Listen And Understand Like A Worm Hidden In The Wood Of History.

It Brought Back To Mind The Injustice I Spoke Of, The Solitude That Oppresses Women Intent On Defending Their Own Destinies, Their Own Dreams, Their Own Mistakes.

I Always Introduce Myself As An Encyclopedia Of Defects Which I Do Not Deny. Why Should I? It Took Me A Whole Life To Build Myself As I Am.

[indira Gandhi] Answered Cautiously At First. Then She Opened Up Like A Flower And The Conversation Flowed Along Without Obstacles, In Mutual Sympathy.