Everyone has a price, ” she said.“But clearly not everyone has a soul,

Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.

I didn't need his criticism. I carried enough guilt on my own. I had done everything wrong. I had the highest marks in school but couldn't master common sense.

What did I want? I wanted the war to be over so I could ask her out.

Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.

The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.

Revolting. If women were so careless to become pregnant at such a time, let women sort it out.

War had bled color from everything, leaving nothing but a storm of gray.

What had human beings become? Did war make us evil or just activate an evil already lurking within us?

My war had been so long, my winter so cold. But i had made it home. And for the first time in a long time, i was not afraid.

I wanted to stay locked away from the pain and destruction. I didn't want to be strong. I didn't want to be the 'smart girl'. I was so very tired. I just wanted it all to be over.

If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.

When you look closely to the path you have travel on, you will realise that God was always with you, directing every step you took.

Bye, Trace. Hope you and Andreja have a good day. Oh, I may be arrested for homicide soon. Please come visit me in prison.

In nature there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.

I don't miss the obligation to be opinionated, but I do regret the chance to share a joy.

It's great at this stage in my life to still be in the running, that people appreciate you.

If you are required to kill someone today, on the promise of a political leader that someone else shall live in peace tomorrow, believe me, you are not only a double murderer, you are a suicide, too.

So many pleasing episodes of one's life are spoiled by shouting. You never heard of an unhappy marriage unless the neighbors have heard it first.

God is the electricity and we are the lamps.

To keep our hand on the plow while wiping away our tears -- THAT is Christianity!