It is a lonely life sometimes, like throwing a stone into the deep darkness. It might hit something, but you can’t see it. The only thing you can do is to guess, and to believe.

Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?

If I choose to write about sheep, it's just because I happened to write about sheep. There is no deep significance.

Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?

There wasn't a cloud in the sky, no wind, and everything was quiet around us - all we could hear were birds chirping in the woods. The war seemed like something in a faraway land that had nothing to do with us. We sang songs as we hiked up the hill, sometimes imitating the birds we heard. Except for the fact that the war was still going on, it was a perfect morning.

Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness.

Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.