„They talk of free will, but we are all just homing pigeons in the end.”
„Legs, legs legs… for every arm I’ve amputated up here I’ve probably taken ten legs. Strange, isn’t it? Human legs are just not designed for modern war.”
„Elena, be nice to him. We don’t know what it’s like to go to those places and come back. And anyway, be nice to him, because he is back.”
„The world is a very complex place. There is very little of it that is black and white.”
„Well that makes perfect sense. You feel that you’re responsible because to a great degree, you are. You think I’m too harsh? How many people have you told this story to, Mark? Four? Three? Two? Twenty? And what do they say? „Oh you mustn’t blame yourself.” „Oh no, it was not your fault.” „Oh no, there was nothing you could do.” Am I correct? You have looked to others for forgiveness but, as you have discovered, this is something they cannot give you. We cannot let go of the pain, we have to carry it with us forever. That is what it means to live. Now, I can help you to live with this pain. Look at me!”
(Triage)