[On one of his comrades depicted in the book:]"Sasha was my friend … Like me, he was 19. But he didn't come home. He was killed 12 hours after this photo was taken.

We didn’t believe in tomorrow. We we couldn’t forget what had happened yesterday.

When you live next to death ... you don't think about it anymore, you just try to encounter it as seldom as possible.

By 1989, the total number of Vietnam veterans who had died in violent accidents or by suicide after the war exceeded the total number of American soldiers who died during the war.

Once, back home, I decided to count how many days out of my twenty months in Afghanistan I’d been on combat missions. 217 days. And I’m still paying the price for every one of those days.

There's nothing I can do to erase the shadow of misery and despair from the eyes looking back at me from the photos [that I took in Afghanistan].

Someone once said that a minesweeper makes only two mistakes: the first is when he decides to be one. The second …

Did I just get psychically pimp-slapped by a little old lady?

All the work I do is built on a foundation of loving-kindness. Love illuminates matters.

If you have ever typed 'sorry not sorry' I hope you die... not sorry.

It's funny how dogs and cats know the inside of folks better than other folks do, isn't it?

Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood.

God is a fiction invented by people so they do not have to face the reality of their condition.

If you take away the cross as an atoning act, you take away Christianity.

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

I don't get star-struck at all.

Dance bars are seen as the place where gangsters go to relax and spend money.