But Then You Begin To Understand That

All Bad Things Are Exaggerated In The Middle Of The Night. When You Lie Awake, You Only Think Of Bad Things.

I Had Wanted Life Not To Bother Me Too Much, And Had Succeeded - And How Pitiful That Was.

We Live, We Die, We Are Remembered, We Are Forgotten.

That's One Of The Central Problems Of History, Isn't It, Sir? The Question Of Subjective Versus Objective Interpretation, The Fact That We Need To Know The History Of The Historian In Order To Understand The Version That Is Being Put In Front Of Us.

Life … Is A Bit Like Reading. … If All Your Responses To A Book Have Already Been Duplicated And Expanded Upon By A Professional Critic, Then What Point Is There To Your Reading? Only That It’s Yours. Similarly, Why Live Your Life? Because It’s Yours. But What If Such An Answer Becomes Less And Less Convincing?