There's something so relentless and foul about Hitler and his people, and the way things progressed from year to year. It just got to me in the strangest way.
But the leaders of the OIC could not even accept Mahathir's proposal, yet they talk about respect and honour.
The career of a writer is comparable to that of a woman of easy virtue. You write first for pleasure, later for the pleasure of others and finally for money.