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.

No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426

Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors.