Our body begins to destroy itself from the moment it is born. We are fragile. We’re creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans

“Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincid…”

“A könyvek olyanok, mint a tükör: mindenki azt látja bennük, amit a lelkében hor…”

“The fact is that nothing is more difficult to believe than the truth; conversel…”

“Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will di…”