Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.

Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can be sure someone, somewhere, will get upset.

Listen up—there’s no war that will end all wars,’ Crow tells me. ‘War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.

Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells.

You always look so cool, like no matter what happens, it’s got nothing to do with you, but you’re not really like that. In your own way, you’re out there fighting as hard as you can, even if other people can’t tell by looking at you.