But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world.

But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world.

Everything was such a damned nice idea when it was an idea.

Life is never all one thing. It bounces around. Certainly, my own life has.

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

And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It's about sunlight. It's about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It's about love and memory. It's about sorrow. It's about sisters who never write back and people who never listen.

A true war story is never moral.