We are the total of our longings.
How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.
Irritation for some men was their response to strain.
In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.
You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.
It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.