I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.

When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.

I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.

Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

I [had] added another small piece to the pages of the atlas that were real to me.