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She kissed me again and held me once more, and let me go. It did hurt more. It did.
“Not if sense means I’ll stop loving anyone. What is there besides people that’s worth holding on to?”
who would want anything like that, at the price of falling out of the world, taking yourself out of life.
I felt the soldiers understood perfectly well that we were making sums out of them—this many safe to spend, this number too high, as if each one wasn’t a whole man.
They were all quarreling, it seemed to me, about whether to build a house on this side or that of a river, and ignoring the spring-flood mark on a tree nearby, higher than either door would be.
But wanting cruelty felt like another wrong answer in an endless chain.
