When I Was A Very Young Author,

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.

Dreams Can Be Of Value Even If You Don’t Have An Opportunity To Turn Them Into Reality.

We Don't Have Time To Argue. Nobody Has Time.

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.

Go To Mozambique! As Long As You Don't Expect To Find Flawless Infrastructure, Just Go. Because This Is A Country Where People Have Not Quite Grown Accustomed To Tourists. You Still Feel A Genuineness That No Longer Exists In Countries Where Tourism Has Been Industrially Developed.