Not all of me shall die.

It is within the power of writers and artists to do much more: to defeat the lie!

A man used to riding in a car cannot understand a pedestrian.

Yes, you live with your feet in the mud and there's no time to be thinking about how you got in or how you're going to get out.

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

Just as King Midas turned everything to gold, Stalin turned everything to mediocrity.

Surely people should eventually cease to be surprised at anything? And yet they continue to be.