It Was Hard Not To Be Full

We Must See All Scars As Beauty. Okay? This Will Be Our Secret. Because Take It From Me, A Scar Does Not Form On The Dying. A Scar Means, 'i Survived'.

Yet War Doesn't End With Armistice, It Only Ends With Forgiveness And Reconciliation.

You Travel Here And You Travel There, Trying To Get Out From Under The Cloud, And Nothing Works, And Then One Day You Realize You've Been Carrying The Weather Around With You.

At This Point In Time The War [ Wwii] Is Close Enough To Still Feel Hotly Personal To A Writer, Yet Far Enough Away So That Jingoism And Heroics Are No Longer Required.

Death, Of Course, Is A Refuge. It's Where You Go When A New Name, Or A Mask And Cape, Can No Longer Hide You From Yourself. It's Where You Run To When None Of The Principalities Of Your Conscience Will Grant You Asylum.