God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.

But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.

He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it in the most pompous and pedantic way possible?... Is it to fool the world or just to fool themselves?

They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.