And you, old sir, we are told you prospered once.

I have gone through what no other mortal on earth has gone through; I put my lips to the hands of the man who has killed my children.

These things surely lie on the knees of the gods.

Among all creatures that breathe on earth and crawl on it there is not anywhere a thing more dismal than man is.

Well I Remember you back in 1932 when you're at your prime.

You see, I have no real complaints of how you've left your past behind I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from your mind.

The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.