“Were built of contradictions, all of us. Its those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. Give me a man whose parts are all aligned in agreement and Ill ...”

“There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.”

“There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.”

“Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a mans memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surel...”

“Sometimes I wished I could cut away old memories and let the wind take them. If a sharp knife could pare away the weakness of those days, I would slice until nothing but the hard lessons remained.”

“I want her beyond reason. I need to own, consume, worship, devour. What I've made of her in my mind cannot live in flesh.”

“I was happy, but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about i...”

“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be r...”

“I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are goin...”

“War, my friends, is a thing of beauty.”

“Nothing can be cut away. Even the worst of our memories is part of the foundation that keeps us in the world.”

“War, my friends, is a thing of beauty.”