It's important to remember that World War II was experienced very much as a continuity in that sense. Most of World War II in most of Europe wasn't a war; it was an occupation. The war was at the beginning and the end, except in Germany and the Soviet Union, and even there really only at the end. So the rest of time it's an occupation, which in some ways was experienced as an extension of the interwar period. World War II was simply an extreme form, in a whole new key, of the disruption of normal life that began in 1914.

Love, it seems to me, is that condition in which one is most contentedly oneself.

The East European small countries have a sense of betrayal, of having been forgotten by Western leaders.

How should we begin to make amends for raising a generation obsessed with the pursuit of material wealth and indifferent to so much else?

It might be thought the height of poor taste to ascribe good fortune to a healthy man with a young family struck down at the age of sixty by an incurable degenerative disorder from which he must shortly die. But there is more than one sort of luck. To fall prey to a motor neuron disease is surely to have offended the Gods at some point, and there is nothing more to be said. But if you must suffer thus, better to have a well-stocked head.

Today, neither Left nor Right can find their footing.

I do think we're on the edge of a terrifying world, and that many young people know that but don't know how to talk about it.