Once evil is individualized, becoming part of everyday life, the way of resisting it also becomes individual. How does the soul survive? is the essential question. And the response is: through love and imagination.

The stories from Iran's present and past are reminders that freedom, democracy and human rights, or fundamentalism, fascism and terrorism are not geographically and culturally determined, but universal.

We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.

I eat my heart out alone.

She was one of those people who are irrevocably, incurably honest and therefore both inflexible and vulnerable at the same time.

We in ancient countries have our past- we obsess over the past. They, the Americans, have a dream: they feel nostalgia about the promise of the future.

I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.