On the journey towards the beloved, you live by dying at every step
There are no innocent people in a guilty nation.
A lie does not become truth just because ten people are telling it.
Paper is the strongest material in the world; paper can handle what I can't.
Nothing is an accident: it's always someone's fault; perhaps-but no one teaches us how to live with our mistakes. Everyone is isolated, alone with his or her anguish and guilt, and too penetrating a question can mean people are not able to face one another the next day.
Pull a thread here and you’ll find it’s attached to the rest of the world.