I hated him for making me stop hating him
But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, except there's still this sound you can't hear.
I was a coward. I went to the war.
It's sad when you learn you're not much of a hero.
They sat smoking the dead mans dope until the chopper came
They did not submit to the obvious alternative, which was simply to close the eyes and fall. So easy, really. Go limp and tumble to the ground and let the muscles unwind and not speak and not budge un...
The presence of danger has a way of making you feel fully awake.
My whole life seemed to spill out into the river, swirling away from me, everything I had ever been or ever wanted to be.
I learned that moral courage is harder than physical courage.
Nostalgia-- that's the basic sickness, and I never heard of a doctor who can cure it.
Whenever he told the story, Rat had a tendency to stop now and then, interrupting the flow, inserting little clarifications or bits of analysis and personal opinion. It was a bad habit, Mitchell Sande...
It was boredom with a twist, the kind of boredom that caused stomach disorders. (p 34 Spin)
We are fascinated, all of us, by the implacable otherness of others. And we wish to penetrate by hypothesis, by daydream, by scientific investigation those leaden walls that encase the human spirit, t...
The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory.
There it is, they'd say. Over and over—there it is, my friend, there it is—as if the repetition itself were an act of poise, a balance between crazyand almost crazy, knowing without going, there it is...
Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.
The wars don't end when you sign peace treaties or when the years go by. They will echo on until I'm gone and all the widows and orphans are gone.
Love, as wonderful and horrible as it is, has at its center a kind of pitiful humor.
I survived, but it's not a happy ending.
Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishon...