Basic fact of life: no matter how far you run, you always take yourself with you.
A wise man once said that any human being is capable of infinite achievement, so long as it’s not the work they’re supposed to be doing.
There's an argument for saying that brave men deserve what they get, but it's a serious business forcing cowards to stand in harm's way.
If the world is a book, are you the hero, or just a walk-on part?
The enemy is never more unnerving than when he's invisible.
That was the truly horrifying thing about it: the sense of time as an enemy, to be fought tooth and nail--but there was so much of it; you killed an hour, but what good did that do when there were thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions more hours just waiting to take its place?