Look now — in all of history men have been taught that killing of men is an evil thing not to be countenanced. Any man who kills must be destroyed because this is a great sin, maybe the worst sin we know. And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, 'Use it well, use it wisely.' We put no checks on him. Go out and kill as many of a certain kind or classification of your brothers as you can. And we will reward you for it because it is a violation of your early training.

Sometimes, a lie is told in kindness. I don't believe it ever works kindly. The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost.

Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

He never fell, never slipped back, never flew.

A man without words is a man without thought.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.