Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.
Jean AnouilhListen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy - common clay, if you like - eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others - the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes
Jean Anouilh