But there are no loners. No man lives in a void. His every act is conditioned by his time and his society.

But there are no loners. No man lives in a void. His every act is conditioned by his time and his society.

An Edwardian lady in full dress was a wonder to behold, and her preparations for viewing were awesome.

He [Gen. Douglas MacArthur] was a great thundering paradox of a man, noble and ignoble, inspiring and outrageous, arrogant and shy, the best of men and the worst of men, the most protean, most ridiculous, and most sublime.

The sum of a million facts is not the truth.

One strange feeling, which I remember clearly, was a powerful link with the slain, particularly those that had fallen within the past hour or two. There was so much death around that life seemed almost indecent. Some men's uniforms were soaked with gobs of blood. The ground was sodden with it. I killed, too.

I realized that the worst thing that could happen to me was about to happen to me.