She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.

I feel despised there, for having so little money; also for once having had so much. I never actually had it, of course. Father had it, and then Richard. But money was imputed to me, the same way crimes are imputed to those who've simply been present at them.

Wars happen because the ones who start them think they can win.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.

Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.

There is so much going on all over the world that it's impossible for one person to keep up. And I can't.