They looked at the paper and saw nothing in those curving lines, but they knew and understood everything, for their geography was in their blood and they felt biologically their picture of the world.

When I am not desperate, I am worthless.

That wild beast which lives in man and does not dare to show itself until the barriers of law and custom have been removed, was now set free.

Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man feels only what he loves.

Bosnia is a country of hatred and fear.

Lands of great discoveries are also lands of great injustices.

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

It seems to me, that if people only knew how hard it was for me to endure life, they would find it easier to forgive me for all the wrong things I’ve done and all the good things that I have failed to do. And they would still find a little compassion within them to pity me.

I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.

I do not fear invisible worlds.