How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat.

I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere.

As with many people, Charles, who could not talk, wrote with fullness. He set down his loneliness and his perplexities, and he put on paper many things he did not know about himself.

I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir--but I do have a choice of how I do it. If I tell them not to fight, they will be sorry, but they will fight. If I tell them to fight, they will be glad, and I who am not a very brave man will have made them a little braver.

Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is--and a woman too, I guess.

When you know a friend is there you do not go to see him. Then he's gone and you blast your conscience to shreds that you did not see him.