It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.

I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?

There is no one religion, no one truth and no myth lacks meaning

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

I love you. And I don't want to lose you.

You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again." "I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time." "I've been thinking about you, too." "I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know." "I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.

I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.