Talent is always conscious of its own abundance, and does not object to sharing.

We are so attached to the earth, and yet we are incapable of holding onto it.

In every life there is one particular event that is decisive for the entire person-for his fate, his convictions, his passions.

The one who pulls is the one they urge on.

Who has the skill to make a narrow, obstinate human being aware of others' far-off grief and joy, to make him understand dimensions and delusions he himself has never lived through? Propaganda, coercion, and scientific proofs are powerless. But happily, in our world there is a way. It is art, and it is literature.

I have grown used to the fact that public repentance is the most unacceptable option for the modern politician.

Once the fight is on-strike quickly and often.