I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.

I suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise.

I don't believe money is evil, but it can be terribly corrosive.

To capture the pawn, threaten the queen.

The Dutch at close proximity looked much like Americans, apart from their peculiar uniforms, and so it was their uniforms I fired at, half convinced that I was killing, not human beings, but enemy costumes, which had borne their contents here from a distant land; and if some living man suffered for his enslavement to the uniform, or was penetrated by the bullets aimed at it well, that was unavoidable, and the fault couldn't be placed at my feet. The private charade was not equivalent to Courage, but it enabled a Callousness that served a similar purpose.

We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.

The attacking piece displaces its victim. The vanquished piece leaves the plane of the board entirely. But it does not, in a higher sense, cease to exist.