All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who never attacked that way-if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.

Teenagers today are more free to be themselves and to accept themselves.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

Sarcasm... the protest of those who are weak.

Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.