Basic fact of life: no matter how far you run, you always take yourself with you.

Faith comes in different tempers: there's the hard, brittle faith that shatters when it meets an obstacle it can't cut through, and the tough, springy faith that bounces off unchipped.

That was the truly horrifying thing about it: the sense of time as an enemy, to be fought tooth and nail--but there was so much of it; you killed an hour, but what good did that do when there were thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions more hours just waiting to take its place?

In politics, it's what isn't said that matters.

War is an admission of failure

The easiest way to do something is properly.

If the world is a book, are you the hero, or just a walk-on part?