A place where your life exists before you live it, and where it goes afterwards.

It wasn't a question of deceit. Just the opposite; he wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt.

A true war story is never moral.

I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.

A place where your life exists before you live it, and where it goes afterwards.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.

It was very sad, he thought. The things men carried inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.