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ponedjeljak, 12.07.2010.

I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by.

I opened my mouth, then shut it, then, very slowly, I held my hands up in front of me.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
To believe in God or in a guiding force because someone tells you to is the height of stupidity. We are given senses to receive our information within. With our own eyes we see, and with our own skin we feel. With our intelligence, it is intended that we understand. But each person must puzzle it out for himself or herself.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.
For the most part, fear is nothing but an illusion. When you share it with someone else, it tends to disappear.
A few seconds later, I tripped over a steel staircase, bashing my shins.

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