But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

The very rich only admire themselves

A week passes but it feels as if he's never been anywhere else. It's one of the things war does to you. Everything you see works to replace moments and people from your life before, until you can't remember why any of it mattered. It doesn't help if you're a soldier. The effect is the same.

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together.

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.