I've always felt that the placement of a man's testicles is an eloquent argument against intelligent design.

There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.

There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.

No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.

She'll never love you better than she loves her own children.

When you're in a dark place, and your light is going to run out before too long, you get on with things. It's a wonder to me how few people apply that same logic to their lives.

Hate will keep you alive where love fails