Paul Hoffman

Many are called, few are chosen.

As it happens I don't think it was God- the woman who saved me, she doesn't look like she's had much to do with angels, Perhaps the Devil was behind me all the time.

...Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale__ eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze. __ understand,_ she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he__ become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration.

...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it__ damaged for ever and what__ done can never be undone.

- Why you?- (...) I__ the best.- Modest of you.- I am the best. Modesty has nothing to say about it.

You're the right colour for the Angel of Death, Mister Cale. But a little short.' 'I could cut your head off and stand on it. Then I'd be taller.

In such a beast as this..." (he means the army)"...it was the collective power that went, collapsing like a long-exhausted animal, at once falling under its own weight as much as that of its enemy. It was a collective death and not a matter of bravery or even strength, and once it was down it was finished as a battle.

Where have you come from boy?'He looked at her again.'From hell, to take you away in the night and eat you.

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage__ut always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did care, and very deeply, and so for the first time in a long time he was afraid. To love life is, of course, a wonderful thing, but not on this day of all days.

Better a live dog than a dead lion.

People treat the present moment as if it is just a stopping point on the way to some great goal that will happen in the future, and then they are surprised that the long day closes; they look back on their life and see that the things they let go by so unregarded, the small pleasures they dismissed so easily were in fact the true significance of their lives- all the time these things were the great and wonderful successes and purpose of their existence.

Hypocrites,_ replied Cale, ____e come across a lot of them recently. I mean by that I understand now how many of them there are.

The man who believes that honesty is the best policy is not an honest man.

...his soul (was) ringing like a well-struck bell. But it was a bell that rang with more than joy and adoration _ there was the sound there too of anger and resentment. She would not look at him because she did not want to be in his presence. She hated him and he (how could he not?) hated her in return.