When the door opens, I realize that the only thing worse than waiting is the moment you realize a decision has been made.
The die has been cast.
Whoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.
The implication that everyone would have to accept its judgments uncritically, that it was a decision from which there could be no appeal, was astonishing.
Imprisonment is as irrevocable as death.
On film, you can't do it over again. And you do have to stop shooting at a certain point.
But the proclamation, as law, either is valid, or is not valid. If it is not valid, it needs no retraction. If it is valid, it can not be retracted, any more than the dead can be brought to life.
From the absolute will of an entire people there is no appeal, no redemption, no refuge but treason.
