When We Open Ourselves You Yourself To

When An Airplane's Engines Fail, It Is Not The End Of The Flight.

As A Citizen And Someone Who Was A Judge On The Constitutional Law Court For 18 Years, I Feel Whenever I Can Raise My Voice With The Hope Of Being Heard I Need To Do It, But I Wouldn't Assign A Special Wisdom And Responsibility To Writers.

Why Does What Was Beautiful Shatter In Hindsight Because It Concealed Dark Truths?

Desires, Memories, Fears, Passions Form Labyrinths In Which We Lose And Find And Then Lose Ourselves Again.

I Asked Her About Life, And It Was As If She Rummaged Around In A Dusty Chest To Get Me The Answers.