The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only

I Love To Cook And I've Cooked A Lot Of Bulgarian Food Over The Years.

It Was Good To Walk Into A Library Again; It Smelled Like Home.

As You Know, Human History Is Full Of Evil Deeds, And Maybe We Ought To Think Of Them With Tears, Not Fascination.

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.

In The End, I Always Act From The Heart, Even If I Also Value Reason And Tradition. I Wish I Could Explain Why, But I Don't Know.