This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

When Mother Nature speaks, even the Gods hold silence.

Reflect upon your present blessings -- of which every man has many -- not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

After 9/11, whatever the evidence of intelligence failures, many people still saw that attack as almost unimaginable, so brutal and brazen an assault.

One of the chief obstacles to intelligence is credulity, and credulity could be enormously diminished by instructions as to the prevalent forms of mendacity.

I became a terrible drunk or alcoholic - or a good one depending on your point of view.

I've always been very happy. I've always been easy going and I've always been very encouraging; it's just my personality.

We must resist wandering thoughts in prayer. Raising our hands reminds us that we need to raise up our minds to God, setting aside all irrelevant thoughts.

When we preach the love of God there is a danger of forgetting that the Bible reveals not first the love of God but the intense, blazing holiness of God, with His love at the center of that holiness.

Pleasantry is never good on serious points, because it always regards subjects in that point of view in which it is not the purpose to consider them.

I don't want to please everybody. I'd get a little worried if I did something and everybody was pleased with it.