The way I see it, when you put the uniform on, in effect you sign a contract. And you don't back out of a contract merely because you've changed your mind. You can still speak up for your principles, you can still argue against the ones you're being made to fight for, but in the end you do the job.

A society that devours its own young deserves no automatic or unquestioning allegiance.

It's the hardest thing in the world to go on being aware of someone else's pain.

Murder is only killing in the wrong place.

The past is a palimpsest. Early memories are always obscured by accumulations of later knowledge.

Fiction should be about moral dilemmas that are so bloody difficult that the author doesn't know the answer. What I hate in fiction is when the author knows better than the characters what they should do.

You know you're walking around with a mask on, and you desperately want to take it off and you can't because everybody else thinks it's your face.