Sometime in your life, hope that you might see one starved man, the look on his face when the bread finally arrives. Hope that you might have baked it or bought or even kneaded it yourself. For that look on his face, for your meeting his eyes across a piece of bread, you might be willing to lose a lot, or suffer a lot, or die a little, even.

I was publishing when I was 20, 21. And it really never stopped.

The sponsors of war closely resemble the weapons they create. And smart bombs, depleted uranium, land mines, rockets and tanks, rather than protect 'widows and orphans and strangers at the gate', are designed precisely to create 'widows and orphans', to transform strangers into enemies and enemies into corpses.

You have to struggle to stay alive and be of use as long as you can.

You can't bank on the outcome.

There are no makers of peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent.

Faith is rarely where your head is at. Nor is it where your heart is at. Faith is where your ass is at!