A humane and authentic book written by another voice from the trenches.

The people on the edge of Hell were most afraid of the devil; for those already in hell the devil was only another and no one in particular.

And if I fight, then for what?""For nothing easy or sweet, and I told you that last year and the year before that. For your own challenge, for your own mistakes and the punishment for them, for your own definition of love and of sanity - a good strong self with which to begin to live.

At least being nuts is being somewhere.

The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.