Philippa … release me from my promise.’  She put her hands over her mouth, and then took them away. ‘I can’t. I can’t.’  He had pulled his own hands down, looking still at the stool, his face quite turned away. ‘You can. Philippa. Please let me go.’

Civilians are like beans; you buy 'em as needed for any job which merely requires skill and savvy. But you can't buy fighting spirit.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a new heaven first found the power thereto in his own hell.

Any time you think you have the game conquered, the game will turn around and punch you right in the nose.

Written By Mike Schmidt

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