Sometimes it seemed like the whole point of life was not to die the same death as your father.
OrientSo you thought you could shit and eat at the same time. How disgustingly convenient.
Touched with SightWe are all the same and we are all different. What great friends we will be.
The Tiny Caterpillar and the Great Big Treethe same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982
War and PeaceI was not 15 anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.
Year of Wonders