A little bird whispers in my ear: Be fair! Nobody, no country, has a monopoly of untruth.
When you have children, your perspective on the parent-child relationship alters.
او از نسلی از بچههای جادویی بود که بسیار سختتر از نسل اول خواهد شد، بچههایی که سرنوشتشان را از پیشگویان و اختر شناسان نخواهند پرسید، بلکه آن را در کوره سهمگین اراده خود شکل خواهند داد.
Страхът бе най-важният посев за годината, надвисваше от плодовите дръечета вместо ябълки и праскови, а пчелите го събираха вместо мед. Изпод повърхността на плитката вода на оризищата избуяваше гъст с...
To admit we do not understand a phenomenon is not to admit the presence of the miraculous but merely, reasonably, to accept the limitations of human knowledge. God was invented to explain what our anc...
This is our tragedy, she said in his words, our fictions are killing us, but if we didn’t have those fictions, maybe that would kill us too.
They came in search of the hot stuff, just like any man calling on a tart.
You observe … that when it’s time to unleash a few insults, a man will always choose his mother tongue.
Why, alone of all the more-than-five-hundred-million, should I have to bear the burden of history?
Why obliterate the exceptional merely in order to make the outstanding look finer than it was?
Who what am I? My answer: I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’ve gone which would not have happened if I had not come. N...
When you're whirling free of the mother ship, when you cut your ropes, slip your chain, step off the map, go absent without leave, scram, vamoose, whatever; suppose that it's then, and only then, that...
When they saw the host of chameleon butterflies and the way they both clothed the girl Ayesha and provided her with her only solid food, these visitors were amazed, and retreated with confounded expec...
What's real and what's true aren't necessarily the same.
We were all trapped in stories, she said, just as he used to say, his wavy hair, his naughty smile, his beautiful mind, each of us the prisoner of our own solipsistic narrative, each family the captiv...
We look at the galaxy and fall in love, but the universe cares less about us than we do about it, and the stars stay in their courses however much we may wish upon them to do otherwise. It’s true that...
Unless, of course, there's no such thing as chance;...in which case, we should either-optimistically-get up and cheer, because if everything is planned in advance, then we all have a meaning and are s...
To understand just one life you have to swallow the world.
To understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do you wonder, then, that I was a heavy child?
This may be the curse of human race . Not that we are different from one anther , but we are so alike .