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369 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
"It was alone that he had learned to cope with dreadful things - alone in the air, watching death come to friends, and enemies too, who never were machines, never would be less than human beings in the minds of those who killed them, with lives more real and precious for every day that they were gone."
"Theirs was a love whose soundtrack was made of smashing bottles and slamming doors."
"Sometimes a loss is as good as a victory, for it's through our mistakes that wisdom grows."
"...it was suicide to show any pain, any doubt, any hesitance, any fear of the contest. It was when one showed such weaknesses that others would pounce through a hole in one's world, to ransack the strengths to be found inside."
"There is some perversity somewhere which tends to create evil out of good, and to deny to man the successes he craves, even when they seem most certainly to be within his reach."
"How strange it is that life, as it grows, becomes less precious in the eyes of the world."
"...schools aren't built to save troubled souls. They are factories designed to mould girls and boys into women and men fit for organised society. They have not the time nor the apparatus to dwell upon the broken ones."