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

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it’s pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side.

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.

But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.

I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come.

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