What motivated me? My mother. My mother was an immigrant woman a peasant woman struggled all her life worked in the garment center.
Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood for the good or evil side.
Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
On one issue at least men and women agree they both distrust women.
Truth after all wears a different face to everybody and it would be too...
The truth was much more beautiful.
Don't call the world dirty because you forgot to clean your glasses.
If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.
