To show mercy is not naïve. To hold out against the end of hope is not stupidity or madness. It is fundamentally human. Of course... We are all doomed; we are all poisoned from our birth by the rot of stars. That does not mean we should succumb...to the seductive fallacy of despair, the dark tide that would drown us. You may think I'm stupid, you may call me a madman and a fool, but at least I stand upright in a fallen world.

Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.

A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

Some things you don't have to promise. You just do.

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.