Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.

The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.

If you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning.

It is war now, and armies need symbols.

We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, and in that instant I feel our connection so strongly it's as though it achieves physical existence, becomes a hand all around us, cupping us together, protecting us. This is what people are always talking about when they talk about god: this feeling, of being held and understood and protected. feeling this way seems about as close to saying a prayer as you could get.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the hole world's blushing; the lush, bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicolored sunsets that look like someone's acid trip.