“It is love and reason,' I said,'fleeing from all the madness of war.”
“One might have said that reason made him flee from reason.”
“And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be,Without your love's security?”
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
“One morning in Saigon she'd asked what it was all about 'This whole war,' she said, 'why was everybody so mad at everybody else?'I shook my head. 'They weren't mad exactly. Some people wanted one thing, other people wanted another thing.''What did you want?''Nothing,' I said. 'To stay alive.''That's all?''Yes.”
“Follow love and it will flee;Flee love and it will follow you.”