A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

...That it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?" ~pg 423

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

Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains.

There's so much wonder in the world. Don't let no one tell you otherwise.

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

We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.