There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
If you believe the doctors, nothing is wholesome; if you believe the theologians, nothing is innocent; if you believe the military, nothing is safe.
No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.
It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare.
I went up the stairs cautiously, not able to use my hands.
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.