“The only element still surprising was how rapidly Sherman was moving: for whichever direction I looked, he'd been here already, burning and emptying out. The smoldering wood made the air smell cruelly like Christmas.” — Cynthia Bass Copy Share Image
“I felt entangled now: this March, this South, this war, history. History could not possibly let the South get away with slavery; history would not possibly let us get away with what we were doing to the South. Somehow or… — Cynthia Bass Copy Share Image
“We're all being left out one way or the other. The survivors miss being heroes. The heroes miss being alive. The only ones not… — Cynthia Bass Copy Share Image
“The life of a soldier seemed like a climb up a stairway without any stairs, only the wooden supporting spine of preagreed ritual. Step… — Cynthia Bass Copy Share Image
“The only element still surprising was how rapidly Sherman was moving: for whichever direction I looked, he'd been here already, burning and emptying out.… — Cynthia Bass Copy Share Image
“I felt entangled now: this March, this South, this war, history. History could not possibly let the South get away with slavery; history would… — Cynthia Bass Copy Share Image
“I've heard of more ways to die in this war than I knew there were corpses. I've heard there isn't a battle where both… — Cynthia Bass Copy Share Image
