And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, "Use it well, use it wisely.

With all our horrors and faults, somewhere in us there is a shining.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

There is comfort in routine.

Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed and erupted on them until they were ready to be turned. A cheerful brown, they were, with tracings of darker brown. And the kitchen was full of the good sweet smell of them.