O my son Absalom,' Bean said softly, knowing for the first time the kind of anguish that could tear such words from a man’s mouth. 'my son, my son Absalom. Would God I could die for thee, O Absalom, my son. My sons!

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

Maybe we're the fools, for thinking we know things. Maybe humans are the only ones who can deal with the fact that nothing can ever be known at all.

I stole their future from them; I can only being to repay by seeing what I can learn from their past.

The only way to learn is by changing your mind.

I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.

It's what I was born for, isn't it? If I don't go, why am I alive?