Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.

Success and failure are two edges of the same blade, two sides of the same coin. To fear one is to forever deny the possibility of the other.

In youth,' he said, speaking as if from a great distance, 'we believe, and the death of belief forces us to disavow all belief. But that disavowal, time softens, and if we do not believe, we hope. Belief is easier to kill, somehow, and its death easier to bear.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we're still reacting to things that don't exist anymore.