“He wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt. For… — Tim O'Brien Truth Copy Share Image
“When a man died, there had to be blame. Jimmy Cross understood this. You could blame the war, You could blame the… — Tim O'Brien Blame Copy Share Image
“Kiowa who saw it happen said it was like watching a rock fall, or a big sandbag or something-Just Boom-then down. Not… — Tim O'Brien Pg-6 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
“My heart tells me to stop right here, to offer quiet benediction and call it the end. But the truth won't allow… — Tim O'Brien Day by day Copy Share Image
A giddy feeling, in a way, except there was the dreamy edge of impossibility to it - like running a dead-end maze… — Tim O'Brien Conclusion Copy Share Image
He wished he could've explained some of this. How he had been braver than he ever thought possible, but how he had… — Tim O'Brien Brave Copy Share Image
...you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and… — Tim O'Brien Awe Copy Share Image
“The town could not talk, and would not listen. "How'd you like to hear about the war?" he might have asked, but… — Tim O'Brien War Copy Share Image
“He believed in mission. But . . . he did not believe in it as an intellectual imperative, or even as a… — Tim O'Brien Goals Copy Share Image
Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off… — Tim O'Brien Behinds Copy Share Image
I cannot remember much, I cannot feel much. Maybe erasure is necessary. Maybe the human spirit defends itself as the body does,… — Tim O'Brien Attacking Copy Share Image
“You can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil.” — Tim O'Brien War 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
“But truly it was not the money that mattered. It was the distant glitter of everything that was possible in the world,… — Tim O'Brien Drama Copy Share Image
The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory. — Tim O'Brien Heart Copy Share Image
Even then, at nine years old, I wanted to live inside her body. I wanted to melt into her bones - THAT… — Tim O'Brien Body 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
All that peace, man, if felt so good it hurt. I want to hurt it back. — Tim O'Brien Hurt Copy Share Image
“He killed me at the Scrabble board, barely concentrating, and on those occasions when speech was necessary he had a way of… — Tim O'Brien Communication Copy Share Image
Together we understood what terror was: you're not human anymore. You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting,… — Tim O'Brien Behinds Copy Share Image
