Dreams can twist your emotions like no reality can.

He's become like that briefcase in the ground-full of gems yet void of light, so nothing sparkles, nothing shines.

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.

The scariest thing of all is never knowing what you're suddenly going to believe.

How easy is murder when one calls it by a different name? How much easier is it for the conscience to condone "reaping" than "killing"-and when one knows that death isn't the end, does it stop the killing hand for fear of retribution, or does it simply make it easier to kill, because, if life continues, how can murder be murder at all?

Sure, when you're in the midst of your own suffering, it's easy to convince yourself that you're no good—but we are all tested in this life...The measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.

I have no idea,' he tells her, and there is such a spark in his eye when he says it, she can tell having no idea is exactly the way he wants it.