The young are not afraid of telling the truth.
Families are torn apart; men, women and children are separated.Children come back from school to find that their parents have disappeared. Women return from shopping to find their houses sealed, their families gone.
In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.
A person of fifty-four who is still so pedantic and small-minded must be so by nature, and will never improve.
It must be awful to feel you're not needed.
Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.
We just wanted to get out of there, to get away and reach our destination in safety. Nothing else mattered.
All's fair in love and war.
Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.
What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet.
