I was keenly conscious of the comrades-in-arms who had fallen with me. A bond surpassing by a hundredfold that which I had known in life bound me to them. I felt a sense of inexpressible relief and realized that I had feared, more than death, separation from them. I apprehended that excruciating war survivor's torment, the sense of isolation and self-betrayal experienced by those who had elected to cling yet to breath when their comrades had let loose their grip.
Steven PressfieldThe more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.
Steven PressfieldWriters think in metaphors. Editors work in metaphors. A great reader reads in metaphors.
Steven Pressfield