It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.
War makes monsters out of men.
A bookโฆ itโs a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.
I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.
A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.
Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.