but even the facts do not always tell the truth

I haven't done any translating for decades now. It's something I did when I was young.

To leave the world a little better than you found it. That's the best a man can ever do.

There is a double rhythm in all human beings. We are binary beings - two arms, two legs, two eyes, two ears. Two legs for walking. And the heartbeat thumping in our chest mirrors that.

There are certain phrases in books of mine, and I don't know where they came from, or how I was capable of thinking up these formulations. It's only in the heat of composition that these things occur to you.

We grow older, but we do not change. We become more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our young selves, eager to listen to the next story and the next, and the next.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.