Much hostile and aggressive behaviour among animals is the expression of social insecurity.

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.

I thought they were helping me. I was so full of trust in them that I felt grateful as they carried me in the air. Only when they threw me overboard did I begin to have doubts.

We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.

I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.

War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.

Fanatics do not have faith - they have belief. With faith you let go. You trust. Whereas with belief you cling.