“I said we aren’t here to fucking like Vietnamese things, we’re here to kill or be killed by them, and telling me to wander around looking for bright sides and good things is like telling me to hurry up and get dead.”

“Bump looked from one of them to the other. “What we fuckin got here, you playin a fuckin show-an-tell? I ought should go get me something for holding up, an join the fuck in?”

“He'd tell me love was like the chicken pox, a thing to get through early because it could really kill you in your later years.”

“I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things.""I like anyone killing things, especially me." he said with a smile.”

“Here's the thing: No matter where I go, sad things will happen to me, hard things. People I love will die, and sometimes I'll have to tell friends good-bye. I'll meet people who won't like me, and I'll know loneliness. I don't like it, but that's the way it is.”

“Saying things like that to me makes this so damn hard. I'll always be here for you. But don't tell me you need me.”