“Time goes on, even when yer not looking.”

“Cuz that's it -That's the nasty, nasty secret of war -When yer winning -When yer winning, it's effing thrilling -”

“Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.”

“Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting.""No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't.""I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.”

“And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn.A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.”

“Cuz how do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?”

“Yer the only friend I got, pigpiss... Ain't that the biggest tragedy you ever heard?”