History is the propaganda of the victors.

No man is a man until he has been a soldier.

The De Bernières were very military. I broke the military tradition but I was terribly proud of my father being a soldier.

We have roots that grow towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossom has fallen from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.

What keeps me going is my children.

We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.

Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.