They think my mother's ashes are marijuana.

This (Vietnam) was a land of rebellious barons. It was like Europe in the Middle Ages. But what were the Americans doing here? Columbus had not yet discovered their country.

Beauty is like success: we can't love it for long.

Failure too is a form of death.

Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.

I thought I am kissing pain and pain belongs to You as happiness never does. I love You in Your pain. I could almost taste metal and salt in the skin, and I thought, How good you are. You might have killed us with happiness, but You let us be with You in pain.

Never presume yours is a better morality.