My Mother Did What Many Men Do.

We Only Have The Past That We Have. Not All Of Our Deeds Were Incorrect.

As A Writer, I Am An Intellectual. I Believe In The Ideals Of The Enlightenment, I Believe In The Written Word, In Dialogue And In Truth. I Hate Lies More Than Anything Else. Most Of The Time I React By Writing.

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

They Pondered The Importance Of Coffee In Silence.

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.