This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more? 'You think too much, old man' he said aloud.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

You need the devotion to your work that a priest of God has for his.

Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.

It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.

Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of man and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never really care for anything else thereafter.