The most heartbreakingly poignant modern love story ever written.

Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

There have been only rare moments in history where individual histories were able to run their course without wars or revolutions.

Religions tend to disappear with man's good fortune.

Man's usual routine is to work and to dream and work and dream.

The Odyssey is the story of someone who, in the course of diverse experiences, acquires a personality or affirms and recovers his personality.

The Iliad is the private lives of people thrown into disorder by history.

To have one's own story told by a third party who doesn't know that the character in question is himself the hero of the story being told, that's a technical refinement.

When Ulysses hears his own story sung by an epic poet and then he reveals his identity and the poet wants to continue singing, Ulysses isn't interested any longer. That's very astonishing.

A very great Iliad... concerns the creation of a nation.

All confessions are Odysseys.

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

Generosity creates the higher life. There is no nobler virtue than the care one person shows to another.

This isn't the road home. This is a road littered with questions that will inevitably lead to an answer.

To be rapable, a position that is social not biological, defines what a woman is.

So... today the magic happens from 16 in 17 years old.

Are you taking us to hell?" I ask, and Denise answers with an ominous, "More or less.

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

I don't seem to be cynical to myself but how what I say goes down with others is their problem. I'm realistic.

Mary Poppins is magical and fun.

That least pleases us which is most urged on us.