War is an episode, a crisis, a fever the purpose of which is to rid the body of fever. So the purpose of a war is to end the war.

The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself

How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.

It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.

any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless.