“His noise is getting quieter, but I can still see it there still-See how he feels the skin of my hand against his, see how he wants to take it and press it against his mouth, how he wants to breath...”

“This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.”

“It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.”

“He is worse than the others, I show. He is worst of all of them.BecauseBecause he knew he was doing wrong. He felt the pain of his actionsBut he did not amend them, shows the Sky.The rest are worth...”

“And what other kind of man would you want leading you into battle? he says, reading my Noise. What other kind of man is suitable for war?A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War m...”

“To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to thin...”

“Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.”

“I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air ...”