This thing with being lovers, it isn't like being married.

Life is savagely unfair. It ignores our deep-seated convictions and places a disproportionate emphasis on the decisions we make in split seconds.

I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.

You may think that's funny Osama but you never can squeeze every last bit of pride out of a human being. It's like a tube of toothpaste. You can twist it and you can crush it but there's always a tiny bit left isn't there?

I think all of us are intrigued to imagine what we as individuals would become, if we were ever tested as hard as that golden generation was.

Our stories are the tellers of us.

WWII was, without exaggeration, the biggest event in all of human history, and it is still within living memory.