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.

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

It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all.

A whole new thing. A forging of the humble parts of bread and cheese into a greater whole. I call it...a cheese-trap.

History is littered with dead good men

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.