The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. – Willa Cather
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. – Willa Cather
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world. – Willa Cather
It was my duty to shoot the enemy, and I dont regret it. My regrets are for the people I couldnt save: Marines, soldiers, buddies. Im not naive, and I dont romanticize war. The worst moments of my life have come as a SEAL. But I can stand before God with a clear conscience about doing my job. – Chris Kyle