My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

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.

I was not one man only but the steady advance hour after hour of an army in close formation, in which there appeared, according to the moment, impassioned men, indifferent men, jealous men.

I guess in Hollywood you chart your life by Oscars. You say to each other, "Remember when that movie won that year? It was 2006. Remember that?"

Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light.

This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper.

I'm playing golf. I ride my mountain bike. A lot. I think it's very important for me and other people my age to continue to exercise.

You know that things are not going well when you lose the moral high ground to a TMZ reporter.

Unless we perform divine service with every willing act of our life, we never perform it at all.

When he turned to face her, the drawn look on his face was one of absolute agony as if Luce had just ripped his heart out

My anguish came from my hypothesis that other people's hypothetical hypotheses about me mattered. Ridiculous!

The reputation Hillary Clinton had at Wellesley and Yale was, "My God, this woman single-handedly could end up running the world! This is the smartest woman!"