“who knows what will happen tomorrow or next”

“we choose for our selves what's right or wrong... but when we make mistakes we blame someone else(parents)”

“Life is climb but the view is great”

“sometime life is full of joy,and sometime life is full of pain and tears but we have to defeat it”

“The act of writing, it seems to me, makes up a shelter, allows space to what would otherwise be hidden, crossed out, mutilated. Sometimes writing can work toward a reparation, making a sheltering space for the mind. Yet it feeds off ruptures, tears in what might otherwise seem a seamless, oppressive fabric.”

“Today is a fantasy for tomorrow has gone and yesterday is here!”

“He was reminded of what he liked about Irene so much; that she had not written her war away, she claimed it as her own again and again--near the chichra tree in Five Queen's Road and along the cobbled sidewalk opposite a canal in Maastricht and who knows how many more times in the privacy of her own thoughts.”