I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

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.

For me it is really important to have a story with blood in the veins, there are bad tempers and good tempers.

Choices may be unbelievably hard but they're never impossible. To say you have no choice is to release yourself from responsibility and that's not how a person with integrity acts.

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.