Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.

Savor the little moments, son, that's my advice. They're what life is. All the little things that happen while you're waiting for something else.

Sometimes men change for the better. Sometimes men change for the worse. And often, very often, given time and opportunity . . .’ He waved his flask around for a moment, then shrugged. ‘They change back.

One act presses upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then we look up and find... this.

Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?

The wise wait for their moment, but never let it pass.