I want to kiss the bottom of the ocean before I burst through its surface into the sunlight. Otherwise I'll always be wondering about what was left unseen at the bottom.

her eyes are unfathomable to me, hostile, even, as if she had removed herself to a place where I cannot reach her - somewhere I cannot know.

She fails to see who I am, even, for her eyes do not, will not, take me in. Instead they transmit a powerful message. She is like a billboard flashing, starkly: 'Keep Out'.

Whatever it was her father wanted, Emma did not know how to provide it. She felt confused by what he did, and imagined the problem was a lack in her, rather than him. And there was something

The thrust of continuous action is the firewood which fuels motivation.

you’ll find the buildings taller, thatthe halls are full of ghostsbut everything still here iswhat you remember most

Koekebakker, I feel so strange inside.' 'Well you certainly smell like jenever, ' I said. 'No, ' Japi said, ' it's not the jenever. I think my soul is too big.

I want to know how good at life I can be in a place where there are no distractions.

Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life.

War is nothing but a duel on a larger scale.

I've got to be honest, there's no pleasure when you're working.

We have free elections. Everybody can vote, we fought for that, we brag about that and we know we're going to have a winner and we're going to have a loser.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

I try to look on the sunny side of life. If something dramatic happens to me, I always try to recount it as a comedy tale, rather than a victim's story.