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He truly did not seem to realize that terrorizing everyone who was not ardently on his side to begin with would ensure that he drew few new supporters.

At sixteen, you knew you could do the impossible.

At forty-three, you knew damn well you couldn’t.

The countryside looked as if hell had been there, but had gone away on vacation.

“What is the younger generation coming to?” she exclaimed: the cry of the older generation throughout recorded history.

“We’d never—” Alexander began, but he didn’t finish the sentence. When you were in a war, who could say what you might be driven to do?

That was something else war was about: not caring.

If you started thinking the whole world was like the part of it where you lived, you were going to be wrong a lot of the time.

Scott said, “If things had gone the way they were supposed to, we’d have been in Philadelphia a long time ago.”

“Yeah, and if pigs had wings, we’d all carry umbrellas,” Featherstone replied with a snort “When you’ve been through even a little more fighting, kid, you’re going to see that things just don’t go the way they’re supposed to.”

Know what you’re doing and you’ll never need to cheat.

War would have been a much simpler, easier business with politics out of the mix.

“How am I supposed to surprise you, Lucius?”

He spread his hands and shrugged. “As long as we’ve been married, and you still expect to surprise me? You make me happy. That is enough, and more than enough. What do I need of surprises?”

Whenever you throw away what’s right for what’s convenient, you end up losing both.