The truth is that no one who hasn't actually experienced the senseless chaos and violence of combat can possibly understand it, but those who have and who try to explain it to the rest of us are offering us a precious gift: a part of their soul that's been scorched in the flames of Hell. It's a little like trying to describe music to the deaf or color to the blind ... to make the irrational somewhat sensible, which is always confusing and frustrating, and ultimately futile.

Sad stories make good books

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything

If you were the poor, suffering was your currency.

Fabio Celon did send me pages as he progressed, both in black and white and some color samples as well. It was really exciting to see the sketches and to see the story [The Kite Runner] shaping up visually.