Death Was Far More Certain Than God.

We Can Love With Our Minds, But Can We Love Only With Our Minds? Love Extends Itself All The Time, So That We Can Love Even With Our Senseless Nails: We Love Even With Our Clothes, So That A Sleeve Can Feel A Sleeve.

I Don't Care A Damn About Men Who Are Loyal To The People Who Pay Them, To Organizations...i Don't Think Even My Country Means All That Much. There Are Many Countries In Our Blood, Aren't There, But Only One Person. Would The World Be In The Mess It Is If We Were Loyal To Love And Not To Countries?

You Cannot Conceive, Nor Can I, Of The Appalling Strangeness Of The Mercy Of God.

Human Nature Is Not Black And White But Black And Grey.

Lies Had Deserted Me, And I Felt As Lonely As Though They Had Been My Only Friends.