But how are you this fine evening? - My arches are falling. - Isn't that the first line of a sonnet?
If war is hard - and it is, forever and always - then after war is just as hard, in a different way.
I AM THE CIRCLE AND THE CIRCLE IS ME. 
You know that your truth, the one that you hide ... is the thing you are most afraid of. 
Better the devil you know. I wonder why the only choice is twixt two devils, tho.
It is not her you need saving from, it said. 
You do not write your life with words ... You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do. 
Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo.""Just have yer stupid poo and quit yapping about it.
And I know it - I know it in my heart - Right now - Todd Hewitt - There's nothing we can't do together - 
There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426 
Everyone thinks they know better. Everyone. 
You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact."I do," I say. Also a fact.
but when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too. 
Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits. 
Do you believe there's hope at the end?""No, no, I dont, but im still going, you coming with me?
I don't believe in guardian angels," Regine says seriously. "Just people who are there for you and people who aren't 
Here I am. Here we are. Here we go. Here is all that matters. 
Funny how you can forget that every family isn't like yours. 
Stories are important, the monster said. They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth. 
Mrs. Mitchell, Henna greets, her voice three sizes smaller than a minute ago. 
The whole room was like a museum of how people lived in olden times. 
I write 1,000-1,500 words. The next day, I rewrite it and add 1,000-1,500 words to the end of it. 
The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do. 
Sometimes the rumour of an army is just as effective as the army itself. 
Whatever the world looks like now. That's not always how it's going to look. There's more. There's always more. 
A bully with charisma and top marks is still a bully. 
But there are harder things than being invisible, it said. 
And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn.A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.
They want us a bit dumb and a bit afraid. Which for the most part, I think we are. 
What else do men think about except sex and enemies? 
When one falls we all fall. 
A book ... it's a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while. 
The past always fails those who grasp at it. 
This is who you are, do you see? Tomasz continues. 
And now it's time to hand the baton to you. Stories don't end with writer, however many started the race. So go. Run with it. Make trouble. 
There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it. 
I wonder if realizing you're not sure about stuff is what makes you a grown up? 
And love and care have all kinds of different faces, and within them, there's room for understanding, and for forgiveness, and for more. 
How do you like them apples, you piece of shit? 
I think I can forgive a kind lie. 
It's not the mistakes I made but how I responded to them 
I don't think it's about making us fall. It's about how we get up again. 
We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?""I hope not," I say
No," I say firmly. "If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that. 
He could probably even guess what Harry would say next in that calm, amused voice of his that seemed to mimic every adult you never wanted to meet. 
Las historias son lo mas salvaje de todo 
Know yourself, he thinks, as they sail past his house. And go in swinging. 
Oh, forget it," he says with feeling. "Nobody knows anything. 
Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another big mess like everything else. 
War makes monsters out of men. 
Everything's always ending. But everything's always beginning, too. 
It feels like a threat. It feels like the world changing and leaving you behind. 
You talk like American television. 
Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books."
"Ah, so I did.
He'd known Lily forever. Or for as long as he could remember, which was basically the same thing. 
Memory is stupid, ain't it? 
Girls are small and polite and smiley. They wear dresses and their hair is long and it's pulled into shapes behind their heads or on either side. 
And maybe it takes a terrorist to fight a terrorist. 
That was how the world worked, wasn't it? You set your sights on something, and life came along with a sucker punch. 
Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished. 
The boy who refused to lose his soul. 
It's love. But it's a different kind,""Doesn't make it any less love, though.
The future of fiction? he said. Maybe, she said. Will it have room for, you know, love & stuff? he said. Always, she said. OK then, he said. 
No,' Ben says, 'but I believe it. I believe it for you. And that's why it's hope. 
Not everything is black and white. In fact, almost nothing is. 
The world has always been hungry, though it often does not know what it hungers for. 
This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war. 