At the beginning of all growth, everything imitates.

Life can give everything to whoever tries to understand and is willing to receive new knowledge.

Do not underestimate the human being, who sometimes appears so simple. Even with sight as sharp as an eagle, a mind as sharp as a razor, senses more powerful than gods, hearing that can catch the music and the lamentations of life, your knowledge of humanity will never be total.

Such was the love of this grandson for his grandmother that two years after the death of his mother, when she herself fell gravely ill, he vowed to her that someday he would try to tell the world her life story. 'But why?' she asked humbly. 'I'm no one, just a girl from the coast' 'But you are everyone, Grandma,' the young Pramoedya told her. 'You are all the people who have ever had to fight to make this life their own.

A mother knows what her child's gone through, even if she didn't see it herself.

I don't follow any kind of 'isms.' If there is one, it will be Pram-ism.

I did not succeed in everything I did. And even where it did seem I was succeeding it was not always the case. The human heart has a million facets.