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ponedjeljak, 10.05.2010.
Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
A poem is no place for an idea.
I used to believe that marriage would diminish me, reduce my options. That you had to be someone less to live with someone else when, of course, you have to be someone more.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'
Newspapermen learn to call a murderer 'an alleged murderer' and the King of England 'the alleged King of England' to avoid libel suits.
A man is too apt to forget that in this world he cannot have everything. A choice is all that is left him.
