He reminds us, though, that we are constantly at war. That everything is war.
— Gudrun Ennslin,
Member of the RAF
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Before he died, he called me to his bed and told me, 'I loved you so much, my friend Sancho. But now I'm tired. We’ve had a lot of adventures, Sancho. And I’ve won. But even so I feel sad. Life is a path of sadness.' And then he died. It was the 4th of May.
— Sancho Panza,
Don Quixote's squire