A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

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.

You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

Teenagers are the greatest readers in the world - honest, unsnobby and loyal

If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don't see what the women do.

Cept for Ben, who I can’t describe much further without seeming soft and stupid and like a boy, so I won’t, just to say that I never knew my pa, but if you woke up one day and had a choice of picking one from a selecshun, if someone said, here, then, boy, pick who you want, then Ben wouldn’t be the worst choice you could make that morning.