My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.

I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.

Two Arts degrees does not a life make.

After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.

My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.