The Evil Always Comes From Details.

Society Had Grown Cruel. People Who Felt They Were Unwanted Or Unwelcome In Their Own Country, Reacted With Aggression. There Was No Such Thing As Meaningless Violence. Every Violent Act Had A Meaning For The Person Who Committed It. Only When You Dared Accept This Truth Could You Hope To Turn Society In Another Direction.

Children Get Acquainted With Each Other In A Special Way, They Do Not Make Contracts As Adults, They Believe Each Other Or Not. Childish Friendships Often End In Violence. You May Become An Enemy All Of A Sudden As Well As Notice That You Are Someone's Best Friend.

One Of The Agonies Of Being An Author Is To Know When To Stop Writing.

An Oppressed People Will Always Rise.

It Was A Clear, Starry Night, Dead Calm. Whenever I See A Sky Like That, I Wish I Could Write Music