I'm just trying to get back to normal life.

The Navy credits me with more kills as a sniper than any other American service member, past or present.

I don't know if I'm the best of the best. But I did know that if I quit, I wouldn't be.

I’m willing to meet my creator and answer every shot that I took.

Despite what your momma told you, Violence does solve problems.

It is our duty to serve those who serve us.

MY REGRETS ARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE I COULDN’T SAVE—Marines, soldiers, my buddies. I still feel their loss. I still ache for my failure to protect them.

There's no reason someone who has fought for their country should be homeless of jobless.

But real life doesn't travel in a perfect straight line; it doesn't necessarily have that 'all lived happily ever after' bit. You have to work on where you're going.

Every person I killed I strongly believe that they were bad. When I do go face God there is going to be lots of things I will have to account for but killing any of those people is not one of them.

What wounded veteran's don't need is sympathy. THey need to be treated like the men they are: equals, heroes, and people who still have tremendous value for society.

[M]y discovering my own identity doesn't mean that I work it out in isolation, but that I negotiate it through dialogue, partly overt, partly internal, with others.

In a republican nation, whose citizens are to be led by reason and persuasion and not by force, the art of reasoning becomes of first importance

If we pray, we will be purified.

As Assistant Secretary of the Department of Veterans Affairs, a constant concern for me is having our veterans dragged into partisan politics.

No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.

If you have a good spine, the gods will chase you. Nobody has psychological or emotional problems, everyone has a bad spine.

I like a state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.

I've set my own rules to live by. The first one is: 'Never believe ANYthing the government says.'

God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.

What comes next? Super Mario 128? Actually, that's what I want to do.