...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch us on the shoulder while we're still muttering to ourselves, It's all over, that's it, who cares anyhow.

The world is governed by institutions that are not democratic - the World Bank, the IMF, the WTO.

Because each of you has his or her own death, you carry it with you in a secret place from the moment you're born, it belongs to you and you belong to it.

... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.

The sun appears in one of the upper corners of the rectangle, on the left of anyone looking at the picture.

Chaos is order yet undeciphered.

When we are born, when we enter this world, it is as if we signed a pact for the rest of our life, but a day may come when we will ask ourselves Who signed this on my behalf?