You must not make the mistake of thinking that because nothing lasts, nothing matters.

It was amazing how these events lost their impact, translated through the flat gaze of a video screen.

What we cannot remember, we must rediscover.

One doesn't have to understand in order to look. One has to look, in order to understand.

I would confront the thieves, I thought, and the self-evident justice of my case would cause them to crumble before me. I don't know why I expected such extravagant results from the application of mere justice. That kind of calculation is seldom borne out by worldly events.

Stupid people do stupid things, but people who are smart enough can do something really stupid.

The Dutch at close proximity looked much like Americans, apart from their peculiar uniforms, and so it was their uniforms I fired at, half convinced that I was killing, not human beings, but enemy costumes, which had borne their contents here from a distant land; and if some living man suffered for his enslavement to the uniform, or was penetrated by the bullets aimed at it well, that was unavoidable, and the fault couldn't be placed at my feet. The private charade was not equivalent to Courage, but it enabled a Callousness that served a similar purpose.