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

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.

Unfortunately for governments like that of Iran, when they forbid something, people become more interested.

You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again.

Every great work of art ... is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life.

Lots of times you can feel as an exile in a country that you were born in.

You need imagination in order to imagine a future that doesn't exist.