Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

Hungary is very similar to Bulgaria. I know theyre different countries..

I went to see Roma people in Hungary, so I could understand them..

I believe that the confidence of Hungary in me is not shaken by misfortune nor broken by my calumniators..