I've always enjoyed reading history, particularly presidential biographies.

But I am happy. And happiness, I have decided, is a noble ambition.

Your quarrel is with God. I merely wish to offer Him the opportunity to judge you.

Living men are bound by time... Thus, their lives have an urgency. This gives them ambition. Makes them choose those things that are most important, cling more tightly to that which they hold dear. Their lives have seasons, and rites of passage, and consequences. And ultimately, an end. But what of a life with no urgency? What then of ambition? What then of love?

The day Henry made a choice... that some men are just too interesting to die.

Surely life has taught you that a thing can be both beautiful and vile.

Father may have been wanting in some things, but here he was masterful. Night upon night, I marveled at his power to hold listeners in rapt attention. He could tell a story with such detail, such flourish, that afterwards a man could swear it had been his own memory, and not a tale at all.