I understand that your brain is large and perpetually at war with itself

Life took longer to reassemble than it did to blow apart, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be lovely, providing that one remembered to go for country walks, and to tune the wireless to music.

One could always imagine that one's life, though smoldering in parts, might be undamaged in the west.

But what good is it to teach a child to count, if you don't show him that he counts for something?

They spoke of small things at first, since it was best, when reattaching threads, to begin with the easiest knots.

People spoke in whispers, as if the war was listening

She knew, now, why her father had not spoken of the last war, nor Alistair of his. It was hardly fair on the living.

I suppose we ought to be getting home, in any case.”“Oh god, is it wartime already?”“Look on the bright side: it’ll be dinner when we get back.

The first problem of war was that no one was any good at it yet.

Then I’m tempted to die just to … spite him.”“That’s the spirit that will win us the war.

There in the sweet sacking smell of the mail bags he understood that he was dying, and it pleased him that he was going in the company of so many soft words home.

Behavior is the substance of religion. Belief is the substance of relationship.

The present is a point just passed.

When virtue and modesty enlighten her charms, the lustre of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of heaven, and the influence of her power it is in vain to resist.

We know everyone we love is going to die, but we don't know it, can't possibly believe it, she thought, or long ago I would have gone and started digging until I had a hole big enough to lie down in.

The fifth member of my band is my non-profit work.

This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that’s on fire.

Why spend a day in the library when you can learn the same thing by working in the laboratory for a month?

Go into something because you really like it, and then do it with a drive and enthusiasm so that it isn't work.

I think some people, when they get a certain ego, they lose sense of whatever.

Attaching a Creator to the boundary is metaphysical skullduggery.