We were never perfect. There's no such thing as perfect. But it's not to late for us. We can still be good.

All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.

This is war, and people are going to die. Friends are going to die. I've come to accept the pain, to take the ugliness for granted. So it can be a little stunning when something good actually happens.

Never underestimate human stupidity.

When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.