I am still making order out of chaos by reinvention.

The pain was so deep and so raw. There were days I would have died just to forget. The problem was, I couldn't figure out how to get her out of my mind. How do you kill that kind of pain?

But, to tell the truth, a soldier doesn’t notice a war much more than a civilian does, except his own tiny piece of it and that just on the days it is happening.

The imperfections of a man, his frailties, his faults, are just as important as his virtues. You can't separate them. They're wedded.

Written By Henry Miller

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