Maybe honor was in its twilight. Maybe it had always been heading that way. Or worse, maybe it had always been an illusion.

"Some ghost of myself still lived back in the days when we'd shared a bed and talked of the future. But that love we'd had and those selves we'd been were gone, placed in a box like old photographs and letters you'd never read again."

Dennis Lehane

"Danny could see it in their faces when they shook Steve’s hand—they’d have preferred him dead. Death allowed for the illusion of heroism. The maimed turned that illusion into an uncomfortable odor."

Dennis Lehane