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ponedjeljak, 03.05.2010.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Sitting in the back of that Hummer, my head in a hood, my hands lashed behind my back, lurching back and forth while the bruises swelled up on my head, terrorism suddenly felt a lot riskier.
I have come to the conclusion that politics are too serious a matter to be left to the politicians.
Sometimes when you innovate, you make mistakes. It is best to admit them quickly, and get on with improving your other innovations.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.
I guess we'd be living in a boring, perfect world if everybody wished everybody else well.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
The more freedom we enjoy, the greater the responsibility we bear, toward others as well as ourselves.
