In war, everyone has their chance to bleed.

Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home

We have to go. I'm almost happy here.

We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.

Any decent person who knows what warfare is can never go into battle with a whole heart.

If you lay a hand on me I'll ram your testicles so far up inside your abdomen it'll take a heart surgeon to get them out.

What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You could get used to each other, get so habituated that you could speak their words right along with them, but you never know why other people said what they said or did what they did, because they never even know themselves. Nobody understands anybody.