I don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak.

You are keeping the possibility [of peace] open. No wise leader would do anything less

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

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most

Stories don’t always have happy endings.

Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never. It's pointless and stupid and there's only suffering and pain and people who want to hurt you. You can't love nothing or no one cuz it'll all be taken away or ruined and you'll be left alone and constantly having to fight, constantly having to run just to stay alive.