As always we could talk... over and over... here I am locked in time, so far I have plenty of it.

Probably, after all we could say that life is like Dexter... a code... and how good can you work with it?

Pain by itself made from words which have gone to action, by itself is unsolveable problem.

The world is a mirror of ourselves.

The world to have a balance first it needs one liar and one guy who can discover who is lieing. That's called balance!

The past/future can't be changed! The things which are written to happen, they can't be skipped.

The words aren't enough every time. Actions speak much more.

To be honest the future of The Life of One Kid... won't go very far... but I won't only put books/films.... and so on and so on... and some short stories I am going to put... from my darkness.

It's raining... because I am angry...*You know my story!

To make one mistake, and then fix it. It shows, a sign that you have understood the lesson.

The books are your teacher, after and before school.

One word can end a fight

People don't want the truth when they ask how you're doing after you lost your brother.

Authority forgets a dying king.

All this talk and turmoil and noise and movement and desire is outside of the veil; within the veil is silence and calm and rest.

It's always like you write a poem when you can't really say what you're trying to say.

I went to Brooklyn College and met this beautiful Jewish girl named Merle, with dark hair, exotic looking and brilliant. So we got married and had three children.

From the moment fear begins I have ceased to fear.

Accent is the soul of language; it gives to it both feeling and truth.

I know that I am old, because even if I think I'm younger than everyone - but that's true - my way of hoping and continuing is that I am always in a younger position than the other one.

Dad was a hypocrite. He could talk about peace and love to the world but he could never show it to his wife and son.