Who Knows, Maybe This Whole Planet Is

A Dream Can Be The Highest Point Of A Life

I Went To London Because, For Me, It Was The Home Of Literature. I Went There Because Of Dickens And Shakespeare.

I Know That Human Beings Are Capable Of Anything.

Ghetto-dwellers Are The Great Fantasists. There Was An Extraordinary Vibrancy There, An Imaginative Life. When You Are That Poor, All You've Got Left Is Your Belief In The Imagination.

Don't Read What Everyone Else Is Reading. Check Them Out Later, Cautiously.