What the war did to the dreamers.

Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.

It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.

I am only alive because I have not yet died.

This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.

What the war did to dreamers.

War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.

Posters go up in the market, on tree trunks in the Place Chateaubriand. Voluntary surrender of firearms. Anyone who does not cooperate will be shot.

They can march for days without eating. They impregnate every schoolgirl they meet.

Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker’s wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.

You know the greatest lesson of history? It's that history is whatever the victors say it is...Whoever wins, that's who decides the history.

The colour of the sea and the skyAre both blue and yet distinctOne depends on the other And, the other is by love inked…

It’s a full-time job being homeless. It’s a full-time job being poor.

If there's one big thing you can take from Amy Poehler as a performer, it's committing, full on.

The only thing they recognize is a buffet

I'm a long way off finishing the LP, but I've got an idea in my head of exactly how I want it to look and sound.

You might be a redneck if going to the bathroom involves shoes and a flashlight.

As an artist your first loyalty is to your art. Unless this is the case, you're going to be a second-rate artist.

If I could make a device where people could just intuit everything you are thinking - a little cable you plug into, like, a USB port, I would make a billion dollars.

Each time history repeats itself, the price goes up.