The coins were completely unprepared for this and were sadly deceived by their own inertia.

We have a mental emergency here. Our noble pal Sevak has just been wickedly divorced by his mind.

In troubled times, one wishes for a sound sleep more than usual, but on the contrary, realizing its amplified importance, sleep smugly impedes all attempts to woo it.

The most ironic thing in the world is having no say when your name is determined for the first time (which is also for the last time for most), because newborns are not necessarily known for speaking their minds.

The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.

We are all born artists. The nature generally doesn’t discriminate among newborns with respect to art. Yet most of us try very hard as we grow, without knowing, to stop being artists.