What Was Past Was Past. I Suppose

We Cannot Understand All The Traits We Have Inherited. Sometimes We Can Be Strangers To Ourselves.

Many Writers Tend To Write Summing-up Books At The End Of Their Lives.

My Life Is Short. I Can't Listen To Banality.

I Came To London. It Had Become The Center Of My World And I Had Worked Hard To Come To It. And I Was Lost.

You Can't Deny What You've Learned; You Can't Deny Your Travels; You Can't Deny The Nature Of Your Life.