Books required no interchanges of thoughts and feelings, no trading of expectations, no traffic of words, no menace of real loss. Reading books required far less energy than reading people; the pages seldom disappointed him and they never died.

People don’t die so the universe can gauge your reaction. They die because life is finite.

A person gets built and stands for a few years and then nature’s demolition team comes in.

Evil won’t leave you alone until you take a stand or until you’re dead.

Everybody dies. It’s no risk to lose your life. You knew it was lost from the beginning.

How do we keep convincing young people to die in fights they didn’t start for reasons we’re too devious to tell the truth about? It’s way too easy for governments to spend other people’s blood. Maybe only the sons and daughters of those who declare the wars should be allowed to fight and die.