All they get around here is stories. Stories don't make you bleed. Stories don't make you go hungry, don't give you sore feet. When you're young smelling of pigshit and convinced there ain't a weapon in all the damn world that's going to hurt you, all stories do is make you want to be part of them.

Believe it or not, friendships are difficult to write in fiction. They can easily come across as forced, particularly if they involve too much explication and too many overt gestures of affection.

Such is the vastness of his genius that he can outwit even himself.

The only consistent narrative we possess is one that we share with every other life-form: we are born, we live, and then we die.

One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.

Soldiers are issued armour for their flesh and bones, but they must fashion their own for their souls. Piece by piece.

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.