As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?

I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.

This is a photo as I would wish myself to look all the time. Then I would maybe have a chance to come to Hollywood.

Our blessed radio. It gives us eyes and ears out into the world. We listen to the German station only for good music. And we listen to the BBC for hope.

Paper is more patient than man.