It was difficult to write a book with a pen.

ponedjeljak, 17.05.2010.

I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd be grown up.
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
He who laughs, lasts!
In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.
I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic."
You should not live one way in private, another in public.

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