“History never repeats itself, historians do.”

“When youre sharing a foxhole with another man, you don't worry about what color he is, just whether or not he will protect your back”

“History repeats itself. Historians repeat each other."[1880]”

“Never give up on a good thing, never give up, never give up!”

“Of course I do, Jack! You have to beLIEve me!”

“How do we come to choose what it is that we spend our days doing? Would we choose it again if we could? Did we choose it today, or has it simply carried us along somehow?”

“Do you remember our first kiss? I do. Not a day goes by I don’t think of the feel of that bicuspid against my tongue. It had such a distinctive feel, neither cuspid nor molar…but I’m not sure it knew that – that was what endeared it to me so. It was like the blunted tusk of a wild boar.”