He Didn't Look The Least Bit Tired.

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

I Know The Universe Has A Sense Of Irony, And Sometimes You Get Reminded Just How Sadistic That Can Be.

...you Don't Need Ghosts To Be Haunted. Memory Does That Just Fine Without Any Supernatural Help At All.

The Heart Wants What It Wants, Dolp. You Don't Plan On Making Your Life Complicated, It Just Happens,and You Don"t Do It On Purpose, And You Don't Do It To Hurt People Who Love You. It Just Turns Out That Way Sometimes.

I'd Made Sure I Knew His Name. You Shouldn't Ask People To Die For You If You Don't At Least Know Their Name.