Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

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

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

And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

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

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

Limitations can be hugely creative and hugely inspiring - so long as they are the ones you choose for yourself.