He tried not to think what he knew--that war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for new weariness and new hatreds.

“Her father was frightened by a strange bed or a foreign language or a political…”

“Maybe-- maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you …”

“I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar …”

“We know what we got, and we don't care whether you know it or not.”