“How crazy it was that people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead” — Tim O'Brien Crazy people Copy Share Image
“people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead.” — Tim O'Brien Incredibly Copy Share Image
Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it. — Tim O'Brien Bed Copy Share Image
All that peace, man, if felt so good it hurt. I want to hurt it back. — Tim O'Brien Hurt Copy Share Image
Fiction, maybe art in general, is a tentative, uncertain enterprise; it's not science, it's an exploration, but you never find much in… — Tim O'Brien Answers Copy Share Image
“Everywhere, it seemed, in the tress and water and sky, a great worldwide sadness came pressing down on me, a crushing sorrow,… — Tim O'Brien Grief Copy Share Image
I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we… — Tim O'Brien Brother Copy Share Image
Each of us, I suppose needs his illusions. Life after death. A maker of planets. A woman to love, a man to… — Tim O'Brien After death Copy Share Image
There is always the threat of tomorrow's treachery, or next year's treachery, or the treachery implicit in all the tomorrows beyond that. — Tim O'Brien Betrayal Copy Share Image
It was very sad, he thought. The things men carried inside. The things men did or felt they had to do. — Tim O'Brien Men Copy Share Image
“They were signed Love, Martha, but Lieutenant Cross understood that Love was only a way of signing and did not mean what… — Tim O'Brien Love Copy Share Image
“And now it is time for a final act of courage. I urge you: March proudly into your own dream.” — Tim O'Brien Courage Copy Share Image
“There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war… — Tim O'Brien Peace Copy Share Image
Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember… — Tim O'Brien Eternity Copy Share Image
The goal, I suppose, any fiction writer has, no matter what your subject, is to hit the human heart and the tear… — Tim O'Brien About Copy Share Image
For Rat Kiley, I think, facts were formed by sensation, not the other way around, and when you listened to one of… — Tim O'Brien Facts Copy Share Image
What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood… — Tim O'Brien Behinds Copy Share Image
“It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the… — Tim O'Brien Author Copy Share Image
“Mitchell sanders was sitting under a banyan tree and using a thumbnail to pry off all the body lice, working slowly, carefully… — Tim O'Brien Fuck you Copy Share Image
“I suppose if we gain anything from this unsought experience it will be an appreciation for honesty- frankness on the part of… — Tim O'Brien Gratitude Copy Share Image
“the act of writing had led me through a swirl of memories that might otherwise have ended in paralysis or worse. By… — Tim O'Brien Telling Copy Share Image
“Anyways, the guys try to be cool. They just lie there and groove, but after a while they start hearing - you… — Tim O'Brien Chamber music Copy Share Image
“Because it's all relative. You're pinned down in some filthy hellhole of a paddy, getting your ass delivered to kingdom come, but… — Tim O'Brien Peace Copy Share Image
“And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the… — Tim O'Brien Memory Copy Share Image
But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget. You take your material where you find it, which is in your… — Tim O'Brien Circles Copy Share Image
Mitchell Sanders was right. For the common soldier, at least, war has the feel-the spiritual texture-of a great ghostly fog, thick and… — Tim O'Brien Ambiguity Copy Share Image
First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey. They were… — Tim O'Brien Afternoon Copy Share Image
“In battle, in a war, a soldier sees only a tiny fragment of what is available to be seen. The soldier is… — Tim O'Brien Battle Copy Share Image
Laughter does not deny pain. Laughter - like a wail - acknowledges and replies to pain. — Tim O'Brien Acknowledge Copy Share Image
