But in a story I can steal her soul.
Tim O'BrienTags: the-things-they-carried
And as a writer now, I want to save Linda's life. Not her body--her life.
Tim O'BrienTags: power-of-stories
Imagination, like reality, has its limits.
Tim O'BrienTags: imagination reality
Mitchell Sanders was right. For the common soldier, at least, war has the feel-the spiritual texture-of a great ghostly fog, thick and permanent. There is no clarity. Everything swirls. The old rules are no longer binding, the old truths no longer true. Right spills over into wrong. Order blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy, civility into savagery. The vapors suck you in. You can't tell where you are, or why you're there, and the only certainty is overwhelming ambiguity.
Tim O'BrienIn the next days it took little provocation for us to flick the flint of our Zippo lighters. Thatched roofs take the flame quickly, and on bad days the hamlets of Pinkville burned, taking our revenge in fire. It was good to walk from Pinkville and to see fire behind Alpha Company. It was good, just as pure hate is good.
Tim O'BrienTags: war
They were afraid of dying, but they were even more afraid to show it.
Tim O'BrienThere was the single abiding certainty that they would never be at a loss for things to carry.
Tim O'BrienThey sat smoking the dead mans dope until the chopper came
Tim O'BrienTags: pg-6
Imagination is a killer.
Tim O'BrienThe presence of danger has a way of making you feel fully awake.
Tim O'BrienTags: philosophy-of-death
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