Death deserves dignity.

I pretended not to understand. One of life's hardest jobs, to make a quick understanding slow. I think I succeeded, thought Herzog.

The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.

The only truly intersting side of the matter was the intimate design of the injury, the fact that it was so penetrating, custom-made exactly to your measure. It's fascinating that hatred should be so personal as to be almost loving. The knife and the wound aching for each other.

But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

When I didn't argue he was satisfied he had persuaded me, and was not the first to make that mistake.