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.

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.

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

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.

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.

The course of life is unpredictable no one can write his autobiography in advance.

Cycling can be lonely, but in a good way.

People learn who they are by the images of themselves, the representations that they seek.

I can never be important to any one.' 'What is to prevent you?' 'Every thing — my situation — my foolishness and awkwardness.

Sometimes in life, we reach to a right place by departing from a wrong port with a wrong ship!

Mondays are just like Sam from Clarissa Explains it All. They just show up through the damn window whenever the hell they feel like it.

Don't ever feel inhibited. It's harder to censor yourself than to just be yourself.

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

I want to be remembered as one of the great innovators among social justice advocates of the 21st Century.

Man is a slow, sloppy and brilliant thinker; the machine is fast, accurate and stupid.