I Can't Envision An Honest War Novel

There's Something Immediate About The Experience Of Reading A Poem. It Makes Sense In My Own Mind, But I'm Trying To Figure Out A Way To Articulate It... It's Like Looking At A Painting: You're Able To Take In The Totality Of The Work All At Once, And So Processing Whatever Information That Painting Is Giving You Is Almost Secondary To Simply Apprehending What's In Front Of You.

Joining The Military Is Not To Be Taken Lightly. You're Putting Every Part Of Yourself At Risk, Not Just Your Body But Your Moral And Spiritual Centre.

The War Came To Me In My Dreams And Showed Me Its Sole Purpose: To Go On, Only To Go On.

As Human Beings, We Have The Blessing And The Curse That We're Able To Adapt To Almost Anything. No Matter How Extreme The Circumstances You're In, They Become Normal.

The Details Of The World In Which We Live Are Always Secondary To The Fact That We Must Live In Them.