Can the foot soldier teach anything important about war, merely for having been there? I think not. He can tell war stories.

I survived, but it's not a happy ending.

There is always the threat of tomorrow's treachery, or next year's treachery, or the treachery implicit in all the tomorrows beyond that.

A lie, sometimes, can be truer than the truth, which is why fiction gets written.

But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.

The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, replaying itself over and over.

Everyone acts stupid at some time in order to be loved.