He Might Have Been Naive, But He

Pain Is Not Wat You Get, It Is Wat You Give.

The Point Of Flight. To Get Rid Of Oneself. That Was Reason Enough To Fly.

So Much Of Her Time Spent Like This: Dreaming Up Things To Say And Never Quite Saying Them.

Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not What You Get.

The War Was About Vanity, He Said. It Was About Old Men Who Couldn't Look In The Mirror Anymore And So They Sent The Young Out To Die. Was Was A Get-together Of The Vain. They Wanted It Simple--hate Your Enemy, Know Nothing Of Him.