What is love, for God's sake, if not the most distilled obsession?
They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.
They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.
The things they carried were largely determined by necessity.
It was not courage, exactly; the object was not valor. Rather, they were too frightened to be cowards.
I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.
I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember.
His jaw was in his throat, his upper lip and teeth were gone, his one eye was shut, his other eye was a star-shaped hole, his eyebrows were thin and arched like a woman's, his nose was undamaged, ther...
Garden of Evil. Over here, man, every sin’s real fresh and original. (p80 Mitch Sanders in How to Tell a True War Story)
Fakat şu da doğru; hikayeler bizi kurtarabilir.
Everything was such a damned nice idea when it was an idea.
Each of us, I suppose needs his illusions. Life after death. A maker of planets. A woman to love, a man to hate. Something sacred. But what a waste.
But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.
But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget. You take your material where you find it, which is in your life, at the intersection of past and present. The memory-traffic feeds into a rota...
And now it is time for a final act of courage. I urge you: March proudly into your own dream.
All around me the options seemed to be narrowing, as if I were hurtling down a huge black funnel, the whole world squeezing in tight.
Well right now,' she said, 'I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like... I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading.
They carried the common secret of cowardice barely restrained, the instinct to run or freeze or hide, and in many respects this was the heaviest burden of all, for it could never be put down, it requi...
There should be a law, I though. If you support a war, if you think it's worth the price, that's fine, but you he to put your own precious fluids on the line. You have to head for the front and hook u...
The town could not talk, and would not listen. How'd you like to hear about the war? he might have asked, but the place could only blink and shrug. It had no memory, therefore no guilt. The taxes got...