The mystery lies in the use of language to express human life.
A good work can be communicated across languages. . . [provided one does not] fall into the trap of narrow-minded nationalistic or chauvinistic thinking.
In the snow outside my window I see a small green frog, one eye blinking and the other wide open, unmoving, looking at me. I know this is God.
I decided that I did not want to follow any of these ideologies or trends, because these also exerted a kind of pressure, and obstructed absolute creative freedom.
The sand murmurs that it wants to swallow everything.
There are numerous layers to truth, and the simple and superficial statement of facts cannot satisfy the writer.
Indeed, loft aspirations produce ideas.
Democracy is too good to share with just anybody.
If the bill remains what it is now, I will not be able to support a cloture motion before final passage. Therefore I will try to stop the passage of the bill.
Life is as the sea, art a ship in which man conquers life's crushing formlessness, reducing it to a course, a series of swells, tides and wind currents inscribed on a chart.
If you are wrong, admit it quickly and emphatically.