You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.

Good hips. Breed like cow, strong like bull, dumb like ox. Hitch to plow when horse dies.

It makes sense for people who are good at fighting to go out and do it-because if they're good at it, that means the fewest number of other people die.

Van, Van, we’re only simple, fallible mortals - we aren’t saints, we aren’t angels - we fall on our faces and make errors and sometimes people die of them - sometimes people we love dearly -

I have no place in my life for someone who is sure he can do everything.

Time doesn't. All that Time does is make it more distant, put more space between you and what happened. It doesn't heal anything. I don't know how or what does the healing, but it isn't Time.