Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.

No one could be the way I remember my father.

If I had found the words I was looking for, I would not have read so much.

Language cannot say everything, fortunately.

Explanations comfort us by giving the impression that there is an order in things.

Knowledge and power in the city; peace and decency in the country.

I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.