You just mingled saliva with the most beautiful boy ever to tread the hallways of Saint Pock's. Saliva. There's DNA in saliva. You're like carrying his cells in your mouth like one of those weird frogs that incubates its eggs in its cheeks

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

It’s like losing gravity and falling into space – the moment of pitching headlong when the endlessness of space asserts itself and there is no more down, only an eternity of up, and you realize you can fall forever and never run out of stars.

Love makes a person do strange things.

I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?