Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.
To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility.
We are the choices we make.
In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.
I was a hugely unchaperoned reader, and I would wander into my local public library and there sat the world, waiting for me to look at it, to find out about it, to discover who I might be inside it.
Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.
Librarians are tour-guides for all of knowledge.
Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.
Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it’s dangerous, that it’s painful and risky, that it’s making a dare in the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?
A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.
Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn’t expect.
And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.
Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.
Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.
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.