One of the ironies of courage, and the reason why we prize it so highly, is that we find it easier to be brave for someone else than we do for ourselves alone.

I don't know what frightens me more, the power that crushes us, or our endless ability to endure it.

Glory belongs to God, of course; that's what the word really means. And you can't serve God with a gun.

The man grinned back at me with that perfect sincerity we fear and call simple-minded.

They claim a hidden corner of our hearts, all those moments that stay with us unscreamed. That's where loves, like elephants, drag themselves to die. It's the place where pride allows itself to cry.

justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them.

Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see.