All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.

Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.

... too much brooding, not enough doing.

All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.

Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings