“I’m 48 years old, not a kid anymore by any definition, but here is a universal truth that every adult at some point will realize: We are all always 17 years old, waiting for our lives to begin.”
“So, the combination of looking at lots of different people and how they react to each other and how they relate to each other and waiting for that inspiration is the thing that allows me to keep writing.”
This friday we get stucked at the Moscow airport. We had to stay the whole night in cause of a thunderstorm. I know this airport from all my flight to Russia pretty well, but it was a strange calm feeling to see this place at night. It was great to sneak around and discover this otherwise so crowded halls.