I mean the only thing us dead soldiers got in common is that none of us was good enough or lucky enough to survive the fight. We're a host of failures.

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

Show me a god that does not demand mortal suffering. Show me a god that celebrates diversity, a celebration that embraces even non-believers, and is not threatened by them. Show me a god that understands the meaning of peace. In life, not in death.

You must dismantle your sources, lest you do nothing but ape the prejudices of others

It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain.

Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.

For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.