I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

It is the oldest ironies that are still the most satisfying: man, when preparing for bloody war, will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.

It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing, I’ve got nothing, And it’s not a good thing.

Her laugh was wonderful. It was mischief made musical.

Even when he played, he made a business of it.

After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.

If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.

Releasing the emotional energy and focusing on acceptance dissipates anger and restores balance.

It seems the misfortune of one can plow a deeper furrow in the heart than the misfortune of millions.

My schedule has slowed a little. I've cut back on some of my assignments. But I still have the enthusiasm for the sports world that I had 38 years ago.

But who is stronger than death? Me , evidently .