And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

War makes monsters of men, you once said to me Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.

I will not allow anyone to take anything off my palette but if I do then within that, I can be creative.

It’s a trick Ben taught me to help settle my Noise. You close yer eyes and as clearly and calmly as you can you tell yerself who you are, cuz that’s what gets lost in all that Noise.

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.

Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.