“She asks me how my heart is,and I say, 'beating.'That's never the answer you want, and I am sorry about that.”

“Like you're taking the universe by thethroat and saying, look, I know Ican never be as big as you, but yousure as hell can't stop me from trying.Like taking the sadness and wringingit out and sayin...”

“The lonely? Where's that from?Sadness' best friend. Sadness broughtit along and I couldn't turn it away, soI let it multiply in my pulse instead.”

“Where did you get your sadness from? I picked it up on the side of the road. Itwas bleeding and scratched and keeninglike a mangled thing, but it looked toobeautiful for me to just walk away.”

“And the stretch-across-your-entire-face smile?From the people around me. Despite thelonely, despite the sadness, despite the angertheir smiles make the hearts Aphrodite leftbehind beat faster / lou...”

“I'm sorry that when you say 'love', I always hear'heartbreak'.”

“The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he is on.”

“Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat ...”

“The world is vicious, too huge to care about even its own survival”