Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?
The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.
There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.
A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.
I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come.
War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.