“Memories are worse than bullets.”
“I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.”
“But I've got a gun," she said, twirling it on two fingers."A gun with bullets is worse than no gun at all.”
“Hearing her say my name - a name I'd walked away from long ago - tore at my insides worse than any bullet could. It hurt like love. Like dying.”
“You can’t kill history. You can’t shoot it with a bullet and watch it recede into whatever lies outside of memory. History is tougher than that—if it’s going to die, it has to die on its own”
“You have a memory chip that small implanted in you,” he verified.I nodded, guessing this was somewhat worse than having cooties.”