Dejan Stojanovic

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

What are all these writers fighting for? For their own victory or for the victory of their profession?

Names do not write poems nor do they create work.

Those who would like to become writers attend courses on writing poetry and prose and analyze their own work and that of other writers in development. Teachers teach them that talent is not required and that anyone, who wants to be a writer, can do it if they only master the technique of writing and master the formulas of the genre that they choose. With a little brain storming ideas written on cards, as well as designs and plans on the table, one can even write a novel in a month. There is no secret; the whole secret is in the technique, a little research, and the rest is solved by form, according to a formula, in which it is all nicely wrapped up and packaged. And so, a bestseller is born.

There are literary works that speak for themselves and there are writers who boast through work.

Many writers were better before they became famous.

Anyone who writes can be called a writer because they write.

We grow from our dreams.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ__ body.

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

We only live if we dream.

We dream and fight with demons real and imagined.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

The night is still waiting.

We don__ know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.