“revenge is living well with out you.”

“But how many young people truly comprehend the face of war until it's staring them down? You can't patrol unfriendly villages without embracing paranoia. You can't watch your battle buddies blown to bits without jonesing for revenge. You can't take a blow to the helmet without learning to duck. And you can't put people in your crosshairs, celebrate dropping them to the ground, without catching a little bloodlust. Paranoia. Revenge. Bloodlust. These things turn boys into men. But what kind of men?”

“The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.”

“Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You can’t tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a friendship, if that friend’s well-being will only be preserved by betraying sworn-to silence trust? Once the seam is ripped, can it be mended again? And if that proves impossible, will you be okay when it all falls to pieces?”

“When you live afraid of your neighbor, the monster you should most walk in terror of thrives.”

“...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I want to live.”

“With you, I am Adam. And you are my beautiful Eve. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.”