{"quotes":[{"text":"An earthquake is such fun when it is over.","author":"George Orwell","tags":["burma","earthquakes","fun"],"id":134487,"author_id":"George+Orwell"},{"text":"Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It's the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.","author":"Mia Kirshner","tags":["burma","sky","sunset"],"id":222712,"author_id":"Mia+Kirshner"},{"text":"Well, we have to do something. There are all sorts of rumours about soldiers coming up.'These people are full of rumours. They love rumours.' Paterson stood watching the bridge. 'Their whole life is a rumour.","author":"H.E. Bates","tags":["burma","india","rumours","wwii"],"id":242083,"author_id":"H.E.+Bates"},{"text":"It is not power that corrupts but fear.","author":"Aung San Suu Kyi","tags":["asia","burma","genocide","myanmar","politics"],"id":259205,"author_id":"Aung+San+Suu+Kyi"},{"text":"People wonder why so many writers come to live in Paris. I’ve been living ten years in Paris and the answer seems simple to me: because it’s the best place to pick ideas. Just like Italy, Spain.. Or Iran are the best places to pick saffron. If you want to pick opium poppies you go to Burma or South-East Asia. And if you want to pick novel ideas, you go to Paris.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["asia","burma","creativity","expatriate","expatriot","expats","france","ideas","inspiration","opiate","opiates","opium","paris","parisians","poppies","saffron","travel","writer-s-block","writing"],"id":411246,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"My top priority is for people to understand that they have the power to change things themselves.","author":"Aung San Suu Kyi","tags":["burma","compassion-wisdom","inspirational","medicine"],"id":464792,"author_id":"Aung+San+Suu+Kyi"},{"text":"My mother used to say that rain here pours like a blessing, like a thick veil that parts to reveal the bride's face. But nearly every day, when this rain parted, it revealed a long line of soldiers, like you, like death, marching toward us, and we would scatter with a practiced silence and hide.","author":"Mia Kirshner","tags":["burma","death","rain","refugees","soldiers","war"],"id":469788,"author_id":"Mia+Kirshner"},{"text":"We stepped carefully, so softly, over thorny plants. The dust had turned to mud, splattering our shoes, socks, and legs. By the time we reached the boat, our clothes were clinging to our flesh and stained with the bloody remains of mosquitoes.","author":"Mia Kirshner","tags":["burma","mosquitoes","mud","rain"],"id":472642,"author_id":"Mia+Kirshner"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":8,"pages":1}}