Sunday Sentence: The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.


Sharp gray eyes, lean and narrow-waisted, and when he died it was almost beautiful, the way the sunlight came around him and lifted him up and sucked him high into a tree full of moss and vines and white blossoms.

The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien