Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often.

weeping...betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure.

Hours slide by like minutes. The accumulated clutter of day-to-day existence — the lapses of conscience, the unpaid bills, the bungled opportunities, the dust under the couch, the inescapable prison of your genes — all of it is temporarily forgotten, crowded from your thoughts by an overpowering clarity of purpose and by the seriousness of the task at hand.

...books possess an ounce-of-weight to minute-of-entertainment ratio that compares quite favorably to intoxicants.

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

Once you believe that God is speaking directly to you, there is no discussion.

Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long timeand it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience.My point is that you do not need me or anyone elseThe only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness