Why do I write books? Why do I think? Why should I be passionate? Because things could be different, they could be made better. Zygmunt Bauman
I admit I have a Hungarian temper. Why not? I am from Hungary. We are descendants of Genghis Khan and Attila the Hun. Zsa Zsa Gabor
I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands. Zora Neale Hurston
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