And in the end, really, there's nothing much to say about a true war story, except maybe "Oh.
A good piece of fiction, in my view, does not offer solutions. Good stories deal with our moral struggles, our uncertainties, our dreams, our blunders, our contradictions, our endless quest for unders...
Когда ты разоблачен, перестаешь бояться разоблачения.
[Y]ou can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil.
What seems to happen becomes its own happening and has to be told that way. […]And afterward, when you go to tell about it, there is always that surreal seemingness, which makes the story seem untrue,...
They were afraid of dying but they were even more afraid to show it.
That's a true story that never happened.
Sun and waves and gentle winds, all love and lightness.
In the next days it took little provocation for us to flick the flint of our Zippo lighters. Thatched roofs take the flame quickly, and on bad days the hamlets of Pinkville burned, taking our revenge...
If you don’t care for obscenity, you don’t care for the truth; if you don’t care for the truth, watch how you vote.
And as a writer now, I want to save Linda's life. Not her body--her life.
I could feel my moral compass as a soldier, in danger of - I could feel the squeeze, the pressure of frustration and anger and fear combining on me... I felt the danger; I felt the squeeze of it.
Fiction, maybe art in general, is a tentative, uncertain enterprise; it's not science, it's an exploration, but you never find much in the way of answers.
I didn't get into writing to make money or get famous or any of that. I got into it to hit hearts, and man, when I get letters not just from the soldiers but from their kids, especially their kids, it...
In fiction workshops, we tend to focus on matters of verisimilitude largely because such issues are so much easier to talk about than the failure of imagination.
Они несли собственные жизни. На них чудовищно давили погода и стресс. На послеполуденной жаре они снимали каски и бронежилеты, шли налегке, что было опасно, но помогало сбросить напряжение. Часто на м...
When your afraid,reallyafraid, you see things you never saw before, you pay attention to the world.
Together we understood what terror was: you're not human anymore. You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything...
They were signed Love, Martha, but Lieutenant Cross understood that Love was only a way of signing and did not mean what he sometimes pretended it meant. At
There was the single abiding certainty that they would never be at a loss for things to carry.