When a war is won, it's the losers, not the winners, who are liberated.
Literature is greater than any of us, dammit.
As long as you live, you hope. You think that everything will just...get better.
...the only way to prove you are normal is to smash someone's face in
Disease-carrying thoughts swarm and multiply in the dark and twisted labyrinths of our minds, and all that is needed is a mob and a good political slogan for the epidemic to be spread once again, with a burst of automatic weapons or a mushroom cloud.
Men sometimes die much earlier than they are burried.