I can't envision an honest war novel that left war in a positive light.

The war came to me in my dreams and showed me its sole purpose: to go on, only to go on.

I can't envision an honest war novel that left war in a positive light.

But I remember being told that the truth does not depend on being believed.

All choices are illusions, or if they are not illusions their strength is illusory, for one choice must contend with the choices of all the other men and women deciding anything in that moment.

It reminded me of talking, how what is said is never quite what was thought, and what is heard is never quite what was said. It wasn’t much in the way of comfort, but everything has a little failure in it, and we still make do somehow.

Freedom is not the same as lack of accountability.