Can you trust me, he said. Not will you. Can you. Can I trust him? What do I have to lose?

When they finished laughing they were on their way to being not just friends, but the dearest of friends, the sort of friends whose lives are shaped by the friendship.

the touch of evil poisons by the idea of it. Reject the idea, and you've rejected the evil

If you try to breathe water, you will not turn into a fish, you will drown; but water is still good to drink.

But I'm going to try to tell the truth. Except for the parts I'm leav­ing out, because there's still stuff I'm just not going to tell you. Get used to it.

I didn’t want to know that the monster that lived under your bed when you were a kid not only really is there but used to have a few beers with your dad.

You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.