The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.

For they were unseasoned, nor inured, not knowing this to be much less than the beginning of sorrow.

What kind of person would I be if I didn’t fight for them, those who God deemed most precious?

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

To hear them laugh was to hear that everything was all right, but to see them laugh was to see otherwise

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you

God works through people by stirring their hearts and sometimes people never know how they are helping others.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

If you think your scars bother me, you're wrong. In my eyes, you're a hero. Your scars are just proof of that.

Maybe it's time to stop being a soldier and go home to be a father. And a husband for Deanna. I'm not sure how.