As I met Boushra one month ago, I can firmly say, the more those frantic religious figures fight writers, the more determined and stronger we be. True writers are worriers.

That seemed promising. I thought, maybe I'll do it inside and I can even combine the foldouts with the only partially opened book.

Can I drive? Can I drive?

I can swim.

I can jump.

I can't.

Shall I help you?

I can jump.

I can't see it.

I can't lie.

What more can I say?

I can hardly walk.

So what I think I can do today, that best thing I can give you I've given you my story, which is the best I can do.

I can't find Tim.

Dick says, I can swim.

May I use this?

Where can I pick up my ticket?

I can read Spanish easily.

I cannot forget his kindness.

I can peel an apple.

I can't find my pen.

I can't understand his feelings.

How can I help you?

May I help you?

I don't believe it!

I don't believe it!

How do I forget her?

Give me something to eat.

I can't do it.

I can't explain it either.

I don't speak Japanese.

I can toss these things around. They're so much more tangible and touchable and you know I can double click on something to take a look at it.

I could show you this animal.

And I won t be able to say too much about it.

I'm sorry, but I can't hear you well.

I can't live without you.

I can't stay long today.

I can't stay long today.

Switch off the light. I can't get to sleep.

I can't walk another step.

Where can we make a phone call?

I can't help you because I'm busy.

I can stay in the guest room.

I cannot solve this problem.

Where can I buy silk?