You Cannot Survive If You Do Not

I Cry, Sometimes, Because I'm Not 20 Years Younger, And I'm Not Healthy. But If I Were, I Would Even Sacrifice My Writing To Enter Politics.

Glory Is A Heavy Burden, A Murdering Poison, And To Bear It Is An Art. And To Have That Art Is Rare.

Love Isn’t Putting Chain On Someone Who Wants To Struggle And Is Ready To Die For It, Love Is Letting Him Die In The Way He’s Chosen.

But Here's What I've Learned In This War, In This Country, In This City: To Love The Miracle Of Having Been Born.

How Do You Dare To Ask Me For A Solution? It's Like Asking Seneca For A Solution. You Remember What He Did? He Committed Suicide!