In Khmer we have a saying that when one is both quite sick and old there remains only one thing, that you die.

Whoever wishes to blame or attack me is entitled to do so. I regret I didn't have enough experience to totally control the movement. On the other hand, with our constant struggle, this had to be done together with others in the communist world to stop Kampuchea becoming Vietnamese.

He who protests is an enemy he who opposes is a corpse.

To kill the grass you must also remove the root

The Vietnamese... wanted to assassinate me because they knew without me they could easily swallow up Cambodia.

When I die, my only wish is that Cambodia remain Cambodia and belong to the West. It is over for communism, and I want to stress that.

If you wish to live exactly as you please, the Angkar will put aside a small piece of land for you.

I'm quite satisfied on one thing: If we had not carried out our struggle, Cambodia would have become another Kampuchea Krom in 1975.

If you have a disease of the old society, take a dose of Lenin as medication.

I did not join the resistance movement to kill people, to kill the nation. Look at me now. Am I a savage person? My conscience is clear.

Since he is of no use anymore, there is no gain if he lives and no loss if he dies.

No gain in keeping, no loss in weeding out.