Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yourself left at all?

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.

War makes monsters out of men.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?" "I hope not," I say

And it feels like, finally.

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