No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.

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

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.

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.

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.