As I Walked Briskly Out

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

Your War Memories Will Be With You Forever, You'll Be Asked About Them Thousands Of Times After The War Is Over. People Will Get Their Respect For You From That-partly From That, Don't Get Me Wrong-but If You Can Say That You Were Up Front Where There Was Some Real Shooting Going On, Then That Will Mean A Whole Lot To You In Years To Come.

It Is A Sad Day When One Looks Back And Sees That His Largest Regrets Have Become Some Of The Most Integral Elements Of His Dreams.

I Knew That Part Of Friendship Consisted In Accepting A Friend’s Shortcomings, Which Sometimes Included His Parents.

But I Was Used To Finding Something Deadly In Things That Attracted Me; There Was Always Something Deadly Lurking In Anything I Wanted, Anything I Loved.