Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

Time goes on, even when yer not looking.

Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.

War makes monsters out of men.

Stories are the wildest things of all. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.

As long as I hold it as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will. I'm the one who allows it and I'm the one responsible.