Life is both pain and pleasure. If this is the price you must pay for the hours you enjoy, is it too much? - Christopher Paolini

For her, choices were simple; either there was an action she could take to improve the situation, in which case she took it, or there was not, and everything else said on the subject was so much meaningless noise.

The true agony of war isn't being wounded yourself, it's having to watch those you care about being hurt.

Who is it who decides that one man should live and another should die? My life wasn't worth any more than his, but he's the one who's buried, while I get to enjoy at least a few more hours above the ground. Is it chance, random and cruel, or is there some purpose or pattern to all this, even if it lies beyond our ken?