How crazy it was that people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead
Tim O'BrienStichwörter: night-life
The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, repaying itself over and over.
Tim O'BrienAll around me the options seemed to be narrowing, as if I were hurtling down a huge black funnel, the whole world squeezing in tight.
Tim O'BrienEverywhere, it seemed, in the tress and water and sky, a great worldwide sadness came pressing down on me, a crushing sorrow, sorrow like I had never known it before.
Tim O'BrienMy whole life seemed to spill out into the river, swirling away from me, everything I had ever been or ever wanted to be.
Tim O'BrienIt can be argued, for instance, that war is grotesque. But in truth war is also beauty... Like a killer forest fire, like cancer under a microscope, any battle or bombing raid or artillery barrage has the aesthetic purity of absolute moral indifference- a powerful, implacable beauty- and a true war story will tell the truth about this, though the truth is ugly
Tim O'BrienSometimes the bravest thing in the world was to sit through the night and feel the cold in your bones.
Tim O'BrienMen killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment.
Tim O'BrienIf you don’t care for obscenity, you don’t care for the truth; if you don’t care for the truth, watch how you vote.
Tim O'BrienStichwörter: truth voting obscenity
Proximity to death brings with it a corresponding proximity to life.
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