In every man the memory of the struggles and the heroes of the past is alive. But these memories are not incompatible with the desire for peace in the future.

Every man is his own ancestor, and every man is his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past.

Just as the child is father to the man, so the impressions of one's youth remain the most vivid in manhood.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

There's a duality in every man and every woman.

People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.