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Since you’re set on telling my story, whatever you think and whatever you write down, know this: I really forgot about the burial. I only remembered the horses. They were so beautiful. So brutal. And they stood like men.
“Well, you know, doctors need to work on the dead poor so they can help the live rich.”
“What you want to be when you grow up?” Thomas turned the knob with his left hand and opened the door. “A man,” he said and left.
“Misery don’t call ahead. That’s why you have to stay awake—otherwise it just walks on in your door.”
they practiced what they had been taught by their mothers during the period that rich people called the Depression and they called life.
Look to yourself. You free. Nothing and nobody is obliged to save you but you. Seed your own land. You young and a woman and there’s serious limitation in both, but you a person too. Don’t let Lenore or some trifling boyfriend and certainly no devil doctor decide who you are. That’s slavery. Somewhere inside you is that free person I’m talking about. Locate her and let her do some good in the world.”
I can be miserable if I want to. You don’t need to try and make it go away. It shouldn’t go away. It’s just as sad as it ought to be and I’m not going to hide from what’s true just because it hurts.”
The veterans ranked battles and wars according to loss numbers: three thousand at this place, sixty thousand in the trenches, twelve thousand at another. The more killed, the braver the warriors, not the stupider the commanders.
