"So you understand, I hope, that they could have kept every nigger in Dixie in bondage for all I cared—or freed them. I was indifferent, spiritually, and only wish I could have been so, corporally." Pg. 22.

"You may think I make light of it—being kidnapped and pressed into sea-slavery, but if I've learned anything it's that when you have no choice, you must just buckle down to misfortune ... and wait." Pg. 66.

"He was gazing at me like a dervish on hashish, clutching my wrist, his eyes burning with the flame of pure barminess, as I sat open-mouthed, the chicken leg poised at my ashen lips. 'I say it yet again: God has sent you to us—a Joshua for John Brown!'" Pg. 97.

"If I wasn't drunk or dreaming, I must be drugged again. I couldn't be sitting in an American hotel, listening...