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utorak, 27.04.2010.
Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.
I have never been especially impressed by the heroics of people who are convinced they are about to change the world. I am more awed by those who struggle to make one small difference after another.
Everything of importance has been said before by somebody who did not discover it.
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.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hire public relations officers.
If it weren't for baseball, many kids wouldn't know what a millionaire looked like.
The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level.
Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
