No Son [. . .] Not a traitor to your country. Much worse. A traitor to your soul.

Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.

I didn't need his criticism. I carried enough guilt on my own. I had done everything wrong. I had the highest marks in school but couldn't master common sense.

What did I want? I wanted the war to be over so I could ask her out.

Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.

The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.

Revolting. If women were so careless to become pregnant at such a time, let women sort it out.

Everyone has a price, ” she said.“But clearly not everyone has a soul,

War had bled color from everything, leaving nothing but a storm of gray.

What had human beings become? Did war make us evil or just activate an evil already lurking within us?

My war had been so long, my winter so cold. But i had made it home. And for the first time in a long time, i was not afraid.

So, even in the midst of craziness and exhaustion and a life-changing chaos, I was filled with peace and the sweet knowledge that I was walking the path my Goddess wanted me on.

For a little while, my mom was a school teacher. And I went to the school that she taught.

It's been my experience that people who make proclamations about themselves are usually the opposite of what they claim to be.

California is a tragic country - like Palestine, like every Promised Land.

The same person is coming through in a different medium.... My art is simple, direct and definite.

To be able to say that "if we change our point of view in the following way ... things are simpler" is always a gain.

Life is like fording a river, stepping from one slippery stone to another, and you must rejoice every time you don't lose your balance, and learn to laugh at all the times you do.

I know many beautiful people and their lives are just so terrible. They feel so uncomfortable with themselves. Being comfortable is not about what you look like, but how you feel.

Most of us are never seen, not clearly, and when we are we likely jump and run.

In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph.