In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance, the memory of it.

But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves.

That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution