Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

I want to suffer so that I may love.

how anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.

I was overpowered by the mere sensation of that dream and it alone survived in my sorely wounded heart.

Feeling my own humiliation in my heart like the sharp prick of a needle.

I saw the truth, I saw and I know that people can be beautiful and happy without losing the ability to live on earth. I will not and cannot believe that evil is the normal condition of people.

Power does not pardon, power punishes.

We were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments?

A president who is burdened with a failed and unpopular war, and who has lost the trust of the country, simply can no longer govern. He is destined to become as much a failure as his war.

There is in true grace an infinite circle: a man by thirsting receives, and receiving thirsts for more.

You might be a redneck if you were shooting pool when your kids were born.

Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?

The lesson of history is that no one learns.

To be honest, I don't know. I started one [book] back in 1982 or '83 when I first retired. But I was only 25 or 26 and not ready to write my memoirs.

Chess is so deep, I simply feel lost.

I am this space my body believes in.