I wanted to see my family, but didn't want to leave the other guys. The people waiting for us were strangers, even though I knew every last one of them.

I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant for my family and my fiancee, Sara.

Most likely, they were writing the same type of macho bullshit that I wrote, trying to sound tough with their words in case words were all that made it home.

Unfortunately, just like bullets, you can never get words back once they have been sent out into the world.

War becomes a part of you. It is a feeling just as much as an experience. If you can’t feel it, you weren’t paying attention. And if you weren’t paying attention, you are probably dead anyway.

I was enjoying the great human trophy hunt and, looking back, it scares the hell out of me

No matter what the reason, the ways I tried to justify the situation, the second-guessing that lingered, nothing could change the fact that people stopped existing because of me.

Who supports the troops? The troops support the troops.

I wanted people to know that we fired rounds into moving trucks and open windows to survive, not for anyone else’s freedom. Not for the Democrats. Not for Republicans. Just to survive.

When you change the way you feel, it changes the way you think. When you change the way you think, you change the way you deal with everything in life.

The heart resolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.

I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

It is a maxim that man and wife should never have it in their power to hang one another.

Sometimes in life, we have to continue to learn the same lesson until it sticks.

Courtesy is the bedrock of social interchange. No matter what you're doing, even if you're fomenting revolution, you can still be courteous.

Given enough eyeballs, all bugs are shallow.

Piensa el sentimiento, siente el pensamiento." (roughly translated, "Think about the emotional and feel the intellectual")

Saddam spent 35 years stealing and wasting money, and all of these systems are very fragile and brittle, and you try to fix one thing and something else gets in trouble.

When I sing, the sound is a totally different range, color, all of it. It's all about the breath. You take in a breath and you make a sound.