Let me thinkThinking is all I haveIf wisdom is a pretenseThen let me pretend to be wise

Go. Think. Turn black into white.Night into day. I am tired of thinking.I know where it will lead me and I don’tWant to be there.Go love. Do your thinking.

Think about all the tomorrows of your life.

Each time I think there is no place lower to go, I find that there is at least one place that will mess you up worse than you were.

When we think of war, the tendency is to picture young soldiers only in their military roles. To a large extent this dehumanizes the soldiers and makes it easier for society to commit them to combat.

We all think we're different, but when it comes around, we end up needing the same things. Somebody to love us. Somebody to respect us.

I think that if we can't go back, then we should try even harder to go forward. And I do want to go forward, to a place where loving someone because they have a gentle smile and a friendly hello is as easy as it once was.