Our knowledge of life is limited to death

We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.

With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.

But probably that's the way of the world - when we have finally learned something we're too old to apply it - and so it goes, wave after wave, generation after generation. No one learns anything at all from anyone else.

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.

Good or ill, life is life; you only realize that when you have to risk it.

A hospital alone shows what war is.