Imagination, like reality, has its limits.

When your afraid,reallyafraid, you see things you never saw before, you pay attention to the world.

They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.

All that peace, man, if felt so good it hurt. I want to hurt it back.

I was a coward. I went to the war.

... when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin's eyes, just flat and uninvolved.

Imagination, like reality, has its limits.