Dummköpfe / Dunces Dunce Wits Witz / Wit
I guess I just wasn't meant to dance.
I like to dance, but I'm not a dancer.
Dust does rise, doesn't it? And so can I.
A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.
The writer's duty is to keep on writing.
All wisdom does not reside in Delhi.
There is no way of writing stories that I haven't done.
It is not a question of who dances but of who or what does not dance.
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
