Keenness of hearing revives when one is alone.
A truly living human being cannot remain neutral.
Time is change; we measure its passage by how much things alter.
The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
The solitude of writing is also quite frightening. It's quite close to madness, one just disappears for a day and loses touch.
You can't change a regime on the basis of compassion. There's got to be something harder.