Suicide is not something I owe you or yours.

The problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.

But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.

Some things, it was better not to think about. It just made you mad and angry.

Never beg for mercy. Accept that you have failed. Begging is for dogs and humans.

They’d blame a castoff just for breathing. You could be good as gold and they’d still blame you.

You couldn’t live close to war and not have it grab you eventually.

Her face was smeared with mud and blood and ash. Just another bit of debris in the wreckage of war.

Maggot twitch, some people called it. If you’d seen much of the war, you had it. Some more. Some less. But everybody had it.

A gamble. Everything was a damn gamble. Betting against luck and the Fates, again and again, and again. She kept walking, waiting for the bullet.

Tool wondered if the girl was going mad. It happened to people. Sometimes they saw too much and their minds went away. They lost the will to survive. They curled up and surrendered to madness.

You create the possibility of reaching your desired destinations if you have the courage to begin your journey.

Sacred being is a beautiful soul.

Everyone appears to be courageous until bad weathers arrive, and then we know the true leaders.

Love does not cost a thing, but it is priceless...

I started off as an actor thinking that I would be this Romeo, this dashing leading man. It turns out that I'm a character actor.

Arguments of convenience lack integrity and inevitably trip you up.

A Healing Dream can never be completely "interpreted," or fully understood. Healing Dreams want us to stop making sense; not just to crack the case, but to enter the mystery.

Not everyone can lead worship.

I leave with sadness, but also with pride.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!