Thinking you might be crazy can drive you crazy.

Running to join them, he felt overwhelming joy. It was as if he were coming home from a lashing winter storm to the warmth of his living room. The sky seemed brilliantly blue and clear,...

Once we recognize our shadow’s existence we must resist the enticing step of going with its flow.

Mellas continued to look at the wallet, saying nothing. Hawke, who had been watching Mellas through the steam that rose from his pear-can coffee mug, handed Mellas the cup. Mellas gave a brief smile and...

Gun up,’ he whispered to Skosh. The word went back to invisible kids lying on the jungle floor. ‘Set it in here,’ Mellas whispered to Conman. ‘Put Vancouver with his machine gun one-eighty from it.”He...

The only meaningful statistic in warfare is when the other side quits.

Quitting is unthinkable and pain is just weakness leaving the body

We mistakenly assume that bodily survival has a higher precedence than ego survival. This is simply not generally true. Ego will happily destroy the body for its own sake. Look at overweight executives headed for...

Many will argue that there is nothing remotely spiritual in combat. Consider this. Mystical or religious experiences have four common components: constant awareness of one’s own inevitable death, total focus on the present moment, the...

A Frenchman, Alexis de Tocqueville, came to America more than a century ago and made some astute observations about the American way. He said that we have a misleading idea at the very head of...

Mellas was transported outside himself, beyond himself. It was as if his mind watched eveything coolly while his body raced wildly with passion and fear. He was frightened beyond any fear he had ever known....

The chanting went on, the musicians giving in to the rhythm of their own being, finding healing in touching that rhythm, and healing in chanting about death, the only real god they knew.

Everything is touched by the holy when it is in the presence of death.

He ran as he’d never run before, with neither hope nor despair. He ran because the world was divided into opposites and his side had already been chosen for him, his only choice being whether...

Cynicism is no more mature than naïveté. You’re no more mature, just more burned.

War is society’s dirty work, usually done by kids cleaning up some failure on the part of the adults.