The judgment of music, like the inspiration for it, must come slow and measured, if it comes with truth.

Fashions in sin change.

History is made by masses of people. One man, or ten men, don't start the earthquakes and don't stop them either. Only hero worshipers and ignorant historians think they do.

What a word is truth. Slippery, tricky, unreliable. I tried in these books to tell the truth.

But maybe half a lie is worse than a real lie.

For every man who lives without freedom, the rest of us must face the guilt.

I wanted to see what was there for me once, what is there for me now.