I regret how much I believed in the future.
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other.
The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it
And the general shot my sister. I could not look at her, but I remember the sound of when she hit the ground. I hear that sound when things hit the ground still. Anything.' If I could, I would make it so nothing ever hit the ground again.
How did her life live itself without her.