It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
You could say in a vulgar Freudian way that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child I was most happy being alone. This has not changed.
What if the Soviet intervention was a blessing in disguise? It saved the myth...
I - and I still consider myself I'm sorry to tell you a Marxist and a...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
