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(War) has lodged in our souls as a kind of religion, a quick tonic for political malaise and a bracing antidote to the moral torpor of consumerist, market-driven cultures.

If you'd asked me why I wanted these things, I would have answered, why does a ripe persimmon taste delicious? Why does wood smell smoky when it burns?

A winter scene, though it may be covered over one day, with even trees dressed in shawls of snow, will be unrecognizable the following spring.

If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in life, you're sad to see it end, and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about.

Being sent out into the world isn't necessarily the same as leaving your home behind you.

it is a giant step from hating the warriors to hating the war, and an even greater step to deciding that the "enemy" is the abstract institution of war, which maintains its grip on us even in the interludes we know as peace.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Occasionally in life we come upon things we can't understand because we have never seen anything similar.

Now I understood the thing I´d overlooked;the point wasn´t to become a geisha but to be one. To become a geisha . . . well, that was hardly a purpose in life. But to be a geisha . . . I could see it now as a stepping-stone to something else.

Still, the Pants promised us there was time. Nothing would be lost. There was all year if we needed it. We had all the way until next summer, when we would take out the Traveling Pants and, together or apart, begin again.

All the same, there is a difficulty. I should like him to be happy in heaven here,

But he cannot come by wishing. Only by being already at home here.