Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.

The solemn pledge to abstain from telling the truth was called socialist realism.

We have ourselves to save.

Human nature is full of riddles and contradictions; its very complexity engenders art-and by art I mean the search for something more than simple linear formulations, flat solutions, oversimplified explanations.

To preserve his life, should a man pay everything that gives it color, scent and excitement?

History is too slow for our life, for our hearts.

Bless you, prison, for having been in my life!