The Novel As We Knew It In

This Thought Strengthened In Me My Belief That All Men, Without Exception, Deserve To Be Pitied, If Only Because They Are Alive.

War Has Become An Affair Of Machines...and Soldiers Are Little More Than Clever Mechanics.

Every True Writer Is Like A Bird; He Repeats The Same Song, The Same Theme, All His Life. For Me, This Theme As Always Been Revolt.

When You Aren't Sincere You Need To Pretend, And By Pretending You End Up Believing Yourself; That's The Basic Principle Of Every Faith.

Loyalty, Signor Molteni, Not Love. Penelope Is Loyal To Ulysses But We Do Not Know How Far She Loved Him...and As You Know People Can Sometimes Be Absolutely Loyal Without Loving. In Certain Cases, In Fact, Loyalty Is Form Of Vengeance, Of Black-mail, Of Recovering One's Self-respect. Loyalty, Not Love.