A book cannot apologize for what people may think it should be. It has to be authoritative.

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.

I'll do it, Todd," I whisper. "I'll come with you." And he doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand harder and brings it up to his face like he wants to breathe me in.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors.

We are the choices we make. And have to make. We aren’t anything else.

I promised to keep on going but maybe keep on going means coming back first.