Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it without a sense of ironic futility.

I've had people turn me down. Not all that many, but certainly it happens.

Those who cannot condemn the past repeat it in order to remember it.

War is such a peculiar thing - inaugurated by the whims of few, affecting the fate of many. It is difficult, if not impossible, thing to understand, yet we feel compelled to describe it as though it has meaning - even virtue. It starts for reasons often hopelessly obscure, meanders on, then stops

You can't tell by looking at a film-clip whether it is a drama or a documentary without knowing how it was produced.

I like to point out that people very often confuse the idea that truth is subjective with the fact that truth is perishable.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.