Honor is what you know about yourself.

I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.

War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.

I don't confuse greatness with perfection. To be great anyhow is the higher achievement.

The rule for finding plots for character-centered novels, which is to ask: 'So what's the worst possible thing I can do to *this* guy?' And then do it.

Honor is what you know about yourself.

How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?