The world’s made up of individuals who don’t want to be heroes.

When you’re a writer you no longer see things with the freshness of the normal person. There are always two figures that work inside you.

The world’s made up of individuals who don’t want to be heroes.

As always on this boulevard, the faces were young, coming annually in an endless migration from every country, every continent, to alight here once in the long journey of their lives.

There comes a point in many people’s lives when they can no longer play the role they have chosen for themselves. When that happens, we are like actors finding that someone has changed the play.

And now we have the formalities over, we’ll have the National Anthems.

The silent majority distrusts people who believe in causes.

After a goalless first half, the score at half time is 0-0.

If misery loves company, then triumph demands an audience.