You travel here and you travel there, trying to get out from under the cloud, and nothing works, and then one day you realize you've been carrying the weather around with you.

Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it.

I was astonished to find that the positions my grandfather had defended were now overgrown and entangled with trees and thorns. I suppose I had developed a sense of reverence for the locations he described in his memoirs and letters - the forts and the high emplacements. I had expected them to have been preserved in some way.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive

It is certainly impossible to imagine forgiving the enemy while their animus remains undefeated.

I'm really interested in people's decisions.

However long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again.