“What sticks to
memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no
end...”
“That's what
fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient
for the truth.”
“The thing about
a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then
dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language
combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.”
“And in the end,
of course, a true war story is never about war. It's about sunlight. It's about
the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross
the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It's
about love and memory. It's about sorrow. It's about sisters who never write
back and people who never listen.”
“("I love
you," someone says, and instantly we begin to wonder - "Well, how
much?" - and when the answer comes - "With my whole heart" - we
then wonder about the wholeness of a fickle heart.) Our lovers, our husbands,
our wives, our fathers, our gods - they are all beyond us.”
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