My father was not a hero, my mother wanted to kill people…. so I went out to play in the street. - Marjane Satrapi

My natural optimism just leads me to be skeptical.

I realized then that I didn't understand anything. I read all the books I could.

It's awful. Every day I see buses full of kids arriving. They come from the poor areas, you can tell... first they convince them that the afterlife is even better than Disneyland, then they put them in a trance with all their songs... it's nuts! They hypnotize them and just toss them into battle. Absolute carnage. The key to paradise was for poor people. Thousands of young kids, promised a better life, exploded on the minefield with their keys around their necks.