I have always preferred conflict of individuals over the battle of extreme ideologies.

Hope is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is just fine as long as its contained.

What a man can't remember doesn't exist for him.

Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.

Visions of one powerful scene after another parade across his inner screen, each exploding with drama and meaning

I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?

Life is extremely complicated.