“Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.”

“There come a few times in a person's life where there is a clear choice," Cadvan said. "The difference between one person and another is how they meet that choice,”

“both of us hapless outcasts at the farther end of the sky; meeting like this, why must we be old friends to understand one another?”

“God hath thus ordered it, that we may learn to bear one another’s burdens; for no man is without fault, no man without his burden, no man sufficient of himself, no man wise enough of himself; but we ought to bear with one another, comfort one another, help, instruct, and admonish one another.”

“another month,another year,another smile,another tear,another winter,and another summer too,but there will never be another US togetherIt's time we're so crazy,that people think we are high,It's the times we laugh so loud,we can't help but cry,It's all insidethe jokes and "remember whens",those are all the reasons,that's we're best friends<3”

“That's what memory is like: layers, one overlapping another, and compacting down the way old leaves slowly crumble and turn to a rich peaty soil, nourishing the new things that will grow. It's why it's important, remembering things. It's why it matters, when the memories aren't there, and no one fills in the gaps for you.”