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960 pages, Paperback
Published September 12, 2017
A little girl in a pink frock sits astride the pig, grinning and slapping its polished flank. What we fight for.
—p.7
A nice Laotian lady and her sons and daughter sell fruit and veggies and flowers. Their booth is a cascade of big and little peppers and hot and sweet peppers and green and red peppers, Walla Walla sweets and good strong brown and fresh green onions, red and gold and blue and russet potatoes, yams and sweet potatoes, pole beans green and yellow and purple and speckled, beets baby and adult, turnips open boxed in bulk and attached to sprays of crisp green leaf. Around the corner of the booth I see every kind of mushroom but the screwy kind. All that roughage dazzles. I'm accustomed to browns and pinks, dark blue, star-powdered black.
—p.8
Physics is what kills you, but biology is what wants you dead.
—p.16
The stars are waiting for me to fuck up.
—p.27
The next part is going to be very, very hard.
—p.626
My grandmother was a fine Army wife and very smart. One of the things she taught me is that God can do anything except change a man's mind.
—p.637
I'd gladly ash-can my brain, or at least my imagination, just to be a dumb grunt again.
—p.757
I'm not a naturally cheerful and optimistic fellow. Had that beat out of me a long time ago, either at home or on the playground.Now that hit hard... I know from experience that playgrounds can be harsh places.
—p.774
We could say we were manipulated. Only true in part. We lie to ourselves like cocks in a pit. We bloody enjoy death and destruction. Sex is obscene. War is holy. We'll have only ourselves to blame when it's all over, humans and Antags, that we could be such fucking dupes.
—p.902
Silly ideas keep me going.
—p.911