“You look like a decent young man."Leon didn't smile. "I'm not.”

“When you are old you can look back and see yourself when you are young. It is almost like looking down from heaven. And you see yourself as a young woman, just a big girl really, half awake to the world. You see yourself happy, holding in your arms a good, decent, gentle, beloved young man with the blood keen in his veins, who before long is going to disappear, just disappear, into a storm of hate and flying metal and fire. And you just don't know it.”

“He wasn't aware of it but when he smiled he looked like an amiable bear. When he didn't smile he didn't look amiable”

“Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.”

“You weren't a decent man and you didn't do your best. We none of us were and none of us did.”

“a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief”