What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?
Those who ignore history's lessons in the ultimate folly of war are forced to do more than relive them ... they may be forced to die by them.
Artists recognize other artists as soon as the pencil begins to move.
The Victorians, they were like the Germans in World War II. They could not stop recording details about their lives and their age.
We are all eaters of souls.
No lifetime is long enough for those ... who simply wish to understand themselves and their lives. It is, perhaps, the curse of being human, but also a blessing.