Come on, is your heart a sponge or a fist?

No matter how grave the secret, how imperative absolute silence, someone would always feel the urge to confess, and an unleashed secret is a terrible force.

I grew up in Cyprus and Egypt, these fantastic places I remember fondly.

In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.

My mother always says that fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone we're left with the concept, but not the true memory.

We're all entitled to our superstitions.

For me it was a lot harder to come to terms with the death of my grandfather than it was to come to terms with what's happened to the former Yugoslavia.