One isn't born courageous, one becomes it.
I was a westerner in Iran, an Iranian in the West. I had no identity. I didn't even know anymore why I was living.
I wanted to die. Where were my parents to take me in their arms, to reassure me?
Writing is not for me. I completely lose my sense of humor when I write. I become extremely pathetic, very sensational. Images give me possibilities that I don't have with words.
To die a martyr is to inject blood into the veins of society
The harder I tried to assimilate, the more I had the feeling that I was distancing myself from my culture, betraying my parents and my origins, that I was playing a game by somebody else's rules.
Preferiría que estuviera vivo y encarcelado que muerto como un héroe
Dans ta vie tu rencontreras beaucoup de cons. S'ils te blessent, dis-toi que c'est la bêtise qui les pousse à te faire du mal. Ça t'évitera de répondre à leur méchanceté. Car il n'y a rien de pire au...
We can only feel sorry for ourselves when our misfortunes are still supportable. Once this limit is crossed, the only way to bear the unbearable is to laugh at it.
To each his own way of calming down.
Rule number six: Everybody should have a carRule number seven: All maids should eat at the table with the othersRule number eight: No old person should have to sufferGrandmother: In that case, I'll be...
It’s wonderful to have international friends.
If hair is as stimulating as you say them you need to shave your mustache
El motivo de mi vergüenza y de la revolución es el mismo la diferencia de clase social
You must base everything on these three rules: behave well, speak well, act well.
Whether this tale be true or false, none can tell, for none were there to witness it themselves.
LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO BE LIVED BADLY
In retrospect, I can see that I had always known that it wouldn't between us. But after my pitiful love story in Vienna, I needed to believe in someone again...
I read The Second Sex.Simone explained that if women peed standing up, their perception of life would change.So I tried. It ran lightly down my left leg. It was a little disgusting.Seated, it was much...
What do you want me to say, sir? That I'm the vegetable that I refused to become, that I'm so disappointed in myself that I can no longee look at myself in the mirror? That I hate myself?