I just hope the war doesn’t . . . change him, you know?”Colette watched her thoughtfully. “It’s unavoidable that the war will change him.”Hazel’s heart sank.“But that doesn’t have to change how you care for him. Nor how he cares for you.

Keeping the world safe for people to practice their audition pieces seems like one good reason to fight this war. If music stops, and art ceases, and beauty fades, what have we then?"- Lovely War

You may ask me, as others have done before, whether it was kindness or cruelty to allow them to meet, so soon before his departure with so little time to discover each other. Whether the pangs of loss do not invalidate the bliss of love. Especially where war is concerned, and Death runs rampant with his bloody scythe. You may say that it was wicked of me to allow James to find Hazel, and Hazel, James, if three days were all they would have.I don't call it crueltyI do not apologize

Laughing at their own destruction, casual about carnage. Maybe laughing was the only way to survive it all.

The first casualty of war is the truth.

There was a time, in their flat, when the position of the piano meant that while James... saw only the left side of her face. She looked just like the girl he'd first seen at the parish dance in Poplar. But when a furniture rearrangement took place, on a whim, leaving Hazel's right side on display, James decided he liked that view even better. She was his, from every angle. The scars were a reminder that she came back

Keeping the whole safe for people to practice their audition pieces seems like the one good reason to fight this war. If music stops, and art ceases, and beauty fades, what have we then?

Stay alert. Anything can happen in a war, but it’s less likely to happen to the man who keeps his eyes open.

Audrey wonders if he'll die IN his country before he ever gets a chance to die FOR his country