[The sound of the wind] was just more proof that the workings of the world were random, that beauty, like suffering, was meaningless, that human life was as pointless as waves on sand.
Making plans is a game. Life chooses for you.
Weeping is terrible for the complexion,' said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, 'but it is very good for the heart.
He goes on and on about war like it is something beautiful and noble, which only means he's never seen it himself. War is hideous and it leaves you covered in shit. I cannot kill anyone else. I will not.
