the scornful force of his tone turned the word into a curse

I knew that part of friendship consisted in accepting a friend’s shortcomings, which sometimes included his parents.

Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.

Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men.

I did no know everything there was to know about myself, and knew that I did not know it.

Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him.

I never killed anybody and I never developed an intense level of hatred for the enemy. Because my war ended before I ever put on a uniform; I was on active duty all my time at school; I killed my enemy there.