> Few guessed at Anderson's perpetual struggle against what he called "a queer sort of inhibition, or shyness, which prevents me coming out of my shell.... Often I would like to expand, but find it very difficult. A queer thing, human nature. It was no doubt God's will, and he very much believed in God, just as he also believed "it is good medicine to one's self-esteem to meet with serious setbacks at timely intervals." Such palliatives awaited him on the road to Tunis.
> They believed they had been blooded. They believed that overpowering the feeble French meant something. They believed in the righteousness of their cause, the inevitability of their victory, and the immortality of their young souls. And as they wheeled around to the east and pulled out their Michelin maps of Tunisia, they believed they had actually been to war.
> The dawn was bright and blowing. Angels perched unseen on the shrouds and crosstrees. Young men, fated to survive and become old men dying abed half a century hence, would forever remember this hour, when an army at dawn made for the open sea in a cause none could yet comprehend. Ashore, as the great fleet glided past, derams of them stepped, like men alive, into the rooms where their loved ones lay sleeping.
> When he asked a young quartermaster captain how the loading was proceeding, the officer replied, "I don't know, but my trucks are getting on all right." Patton took a moment to scribble in his diary: "That is the answer. If everyone does his part, these seemingly impossible tasks get done. When I think of the greatness of my job and realize that I am what I am, I am amazed, but on reflection, who is as good as I am? I know of no one."
> Roosevelt had saved his countrymen from their own ardor. His decision provoked dismay, even disgust, and would remain controversial for decades. "We failed to see," Marshall later said of his fellow generals, "that the leader in a democracy has to keep the people entertained."