Author of quotes: Irwin Shaw

It's one thing when you spend with a person every day, quite another thing when you meet with him every few months.

The whole secret is in suffering and loneliness, in the uncertainty of any slightest success, in the constant expectation of an attack. The secret, if you want to know, is in constant struggle.

Each next generation finds its own way to break its neck. A new adventure. Not to mention the old, tried-and-true war.

People should wear labels so that everyone immediately knows who is who.

The snow melts, the wives remain.

I have one oddity - I like to manage myself.

I'm afraid it's a matter of heredity, but it's hard to say what is the role of the genes themselves, and what is the role of the circumstances due to which this or that gene manifests itself and leads to trouble.

Each of us has our own pernicious passion. With you, with me, with Eve, with your wife. We live by these passions, and they also lead us to death. Through them we express ourselves, although sometimes we are misunderstood.

The mountain is not a piano. Flying into the abyss, you will not be saved by improvisation.

Euphoria. Even the word itself, just the word, thrills you. It is associated only with wildlife - it would never occur to you to use it when talking about the sensations that can be experienced in a modern city. Delight, ecstasy, but euphoria - never. Euphoria demands silence.

Callie is afraid to seem kind and tries to present every manifestation of nobility as an annoying surprise for himself.

And in general, I do not consider war an adventure. I’m ready to risk my life, but I’m not killing others.

Despite the street crowding and the stability of the shilling, it is worth a person at least a short time to get to Vienna, and he can no longer get rid of the feeling that he was in a historical museum, where everything speaks of a glorious past and nothing - about the future.

So, as I said... - Michael noticed that Heggener often uses this introductory sentence, exactly a composer repeating a musical phrase, to return listeners to a melody that he has not yet exhausted.