People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.

It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.

What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.

They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.