there were crimes and quarrels, alongside kindness and cooperation; there were people who loved each other and people who did not; it was a human world.

I hope I am remembered by my children as a good father.

History is an omlette. THe eggs are already broken.

It is in the turmoil of chaos that we discover what, if anything, we are.

Since when do you have to tell the enemy when he has won?

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

Never mind that the story had turned out to be lies and foolishness—there was always folks stupid enough to say, Where there's smoke there's fire, when the saying should have been, Where there's scandalous lies there's always malicious believers and spreaders-around, regardless of evidence.