His own [childhood] seemed so long ago that it was as is someone had lived it for him. — Sebastian Faulks

If they could shout loud enough they might bring the world back to it's senses, they might laugh loud enough to raise the dead.

There was only violent death or life to chose between; finer distinctions such as love, preference or kindness were redundant.

I feel guilty that I have survived when all the others are gone.