Underneath me, Sam Grest - who'd been my friend and saved my life - lay perfectly still and slipped further and further into the final sleep of an unfair and horrible death.

Of course I have nightmares-Who doesn't?

...The pain didn't bother me. In fact, I welcome it: It meant I was alive.

Destiny is a tower of cards - nudge one just an inch and everything stacked on top comes crashing down. P116

sometimes, in pursuit of a greater peace, a man must stand by and lets those he loves suffer the injustices of men ho cares only about their own beliefs and nothing about the faith or feelings of others-- even when it pains him to the very core of his spirit

Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.

But stories don't end. They continue as long as you're alive. You just have to get on with things. Turn the page, start a new chapter, find out what's in store for you next, and keep your fingers crossed that it's not too awful. Even if you know in your heart and soul that it most probably will be.