You can’t say everything, so you don’t say nothing.
I promised to keep on going but maybe keep on going means coming back first.
A knife is only as good as the one who wields it.
I wish I had a hundred years,” she said, very quietly. “A hundred years I could give to you.
The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.
War makes monsters of men, you once said to me Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.
As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.
Here is the boy, drowning.
People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don’t mind being told what to do.
Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.
The only place you belong is the place you can never go back. And so yer always alone, forever and always.
Now that I’ve seen her, I can’t stop seeing her.
You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.
A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.
He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.
Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.
Know yourself and go in swinging.
Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all.
I am Todd Hewitt, I think to myself with my eyes closed. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month’s time exactly.
I want a campfire box.