My Gratitude Extends Beyond The Limits Of

Anyway, You Can't Leave Her Like That. You Can't Do That To The Woman. She Doesn't Deserve It; Nobody Does. You Don't Belong To Her And She Doesn't Belong To You, But You're Both Part Of Each Other; If She Got Up And Left Now And Walked Away And You Never Saw Each Other Again For The Rest Of Your Lives, And You Lived An Ordinary Waking Life For Another Fifty Years, Even So On Your Deathbed You Would Still Know She Was Part Of You.

As Long As A Film Stays Unmade, The Book Is Entirely Yours, It Belongs To The Writer. As Soon As You Make It Into A Film, Suddenly More People See It Than Have Ever Read The Book.

That Was How Divorced From The Human Scale Modern Warfare Had Become. You Could Smash And Destroy From Unthinkable Distances, Obliterate Planets From Beyond Their Own System And Provoke Stars Into Novae From Light-years Off... And Still Have No Good Idea Why You Were Really Fighting.

People Were Always Sorry. Sorry They Had Done What They Had Done, Sorry They Were Doing What They Were Doing, Sorry They Were Going To Do What They Were Going To Do; But They Still Did Whatever It Is. The Sorrow Never Stopped Them; It Just Made Them Feel Better. And So The Sorrow Never Stopped.

A Guilty System Recognizes No Innocents.