“Do not forget, man, consumed by lust:
you—are the stone, the desert, are death …”

“Man reckons with immortality, and forgets to reckon with death.”

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.”

“One of the greatest delusions of the average man is to forget that life is death's prisoner.”

“Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.”

“But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.”

“Only a fool loves war. Or a man who has never seen it. The trouble is that the survivors forget about the horrors and remember only the battle lust. They pass on that memory, and other men hunger for it.”

“Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.”

“You can only understand the uselessness of money if you find yourself in a desert with a handful of a bag of money. You will starve to death.”

“Those who have never fought suppose that the deserter who flies the field is consumed by shame. He is not, or he would not desert; with only trifling exceptions, battles are fought by cowards afraid to run.”