The real war poets are always war poets, peace or any time.
A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss, Goethe said; a correct answer, Gertrude would have said, is like a slap in the face.
If you've been put in your place long enough you begin to act like the place.
The ways we miss our lives are life.
The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.
We can't tell our life from our wish