“Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.”
“In my life I've had good days and bad days. Miserable days. Painful days. And no matter how bad the bad ones get, there's a mercy in them. Every single one of them ends.”
“Sunlight is bad,' he wheezes. 'It's the exact same stuff as breeds maggots in wounded soldiers' legs. And when there's no war on, it fades wallpaper.”
“I think i'm just breathing, that's all. And there's a difference between breathing and being alive.”
“Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.”
“I'm in love. Twice. It's not a love that divides fifty-fifty. It's not a love that's split between good and bad, safe and dangerous, real and imaginary. It's all mixed up, confused, good, bad and ugly love times two, and it's all mine.”