“Gallantry,” he often told his men, “is an act of great courage under fire, of bravery beyond the call of duty. But if it kills your comrades as well or puts the battle in jeopardy, then it is arrant pride… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“But what kind of love? It had so many faces, so many names. Jealousy wove a thread around it, and envy, and fear. People… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Wishful thinking, that time might heal—it seldom healed anything, only making scars that were often tender to the touch, and ugly.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“a rough sort of child with a bullying nature and a particularly unclear concept of personal property.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“When you watch the living force go out of a man’s face as you fire your weapon into his unprotected body, it is very… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn’t be shared. How could he tell… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“There have always been two standards,” Rutledge answered. “People called Fiona a whore, but there’s no name for a man who has an illegitimate… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
I firmly believe as an author you have to go out in life and hear the stories of people. In pubs in the UK… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Children were quick to grasp the subtleties of emotions around them, to see through evasions and quickly identify prevarication.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Courage is not measured by Marching bands and banners in the wind. If you have not walked The bloody lines and seen the faces,… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
I was a corporate trouble-shooter for many years, and I know what it is like to walk very carefully into a hostile environment. — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“That's the point of working with one's hands, you see. It gives the mind something else to do besides worry.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Guilt was—it was the agony of spirit that made every day bleak. The fear that you might not live up to the cost of… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“I hadn’t realized that a break in a bone could be so exquisitely painful. I’d feel a greater tolerance for the the wounded after… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
