This is what I would have done if I had to have a real job: I would have been a history teacher.

Among famous traitors of history one might mention the weather.

Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also true: language is what makes us human. It is a recourse against the meaningless noise and silence of nature and history.

My argument is that War makes rattling good history but Peace is poor reading.

I thought that all of the sacrifices and blessings of the whole history of mankind have devolved upon me. Thank you, God.