Only people who have been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts. Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars. So I think I'm as concerned about fairness and justice as anybody. But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Elliot calls 'hollow men'. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to.

Nobody's easier to fool, than the person who is convinced that he is right.

Maybe it's just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows — maybe even tomorrow.

A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.

And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground

I'm an average person. Is just that I like reading.