What is it that we call loneliness. It can’t simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it?

That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never stopped impressing him. How did words do that? Wasn't it like magic?

Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

When we talk about ourselves, about others, or simply about things, we want- it could be said – to reveal ourselves in our words: We want to show what we think and feel. We let other have a glimpse into our soul.

Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!

Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.