“Too many books. . . too many fairy tales led him to believe that there was something romantic in being a soldier.”

“There are no endings, and there are no fairy tales. But the pages keep being written. Time soldiers on.”

“We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.”

“There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough”

“There are too many ideas and things and people. Too many directions to go. I was starting to believe the reason it matters to care passionately about something, is that it whittles the world down to a more manageable size.”

“We saw too much beauty to be cynical, felt too much joy to be dismissive, climbed too many mountains to be quitters, kissed too many girls to be deceivers, saw too many sunrises not to be believers, broke too many strings to be pro's and gave too much love to be concerned where it goes....”