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.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.

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

Yer the only friend I got, pigpiss... Ain't that the biggest tragedy you ever heard?

...That it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?" ~pg 423