PROCTOR--he knows it is insane: No, it is not the same! What others say and what i sign to is not the same!

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bare ass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.

The job is to ask questions - it always was - and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.

The brain heals the past like an injury.

The wedding of Christianity or Judaism with nationalism is lethal.

Above all else, tragedy requires the finest appreciation by the writer of cause and effect.