I yearn for the darkness. I pray for death. Real death. If I thought that in death I would meet the people I've known in life I don't know what I'd do. That would be the ultimate horror. The ultimate despair. If I had to meet my mother again and start all of that all over, only this time without the prospect of death to look forward to? Well. That would be the final nightmare. Kafka on wheels.

Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.

I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain't no luck in it.

In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die.

War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.