Yes. We say, but don't live up to it.

I'll hear his words and wonder what inspired him to say, but never does her share. I ask and ask, but all he says is that he cannot tell. I try so hard to get the answer, knowing that it won't come, but somehow I just need to know. Were his words directed to me or about me in some way. I know that is wrong to ask again and again, but sometimes I can't help it just kills me not to know.

Honor from death,” I snap, “is a myth. Invented by the war torn to make sense of the horrific. If we die, it will be so that others may live. Truly honorable death, the only honorable death, is one that enables life.

You should give up sarcasm. People could get the wrong idea about you.

I know exactly who I am, what I'm about and who I will become.

It is better to grope in the dark and wade through a million errors to reach the Truth than to entrust oneself to someone who knows not that he knows not. Has a man ever learnt swimming by tying a stone to his neck? So let me go my own way even if it is the wrong one.