Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.
As destruction goes, the monster said behind him, this is all remarkably pitiful.
Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.
This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.
And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.
War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.