There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere in between.

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.

Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

It's not the mistakes I made but how I responded to them

You are keeping the possibility [of peace] open. No wise leader would do anything less