The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.