“I am shot with wounds which have eyes that see a world all sorrow, always to be, panoramic and unhealable, and mouths that hang unspeakable in the sky of blood.”
“But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.”
“I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.”
“Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood”
“Violence does not always take physical form, and not all wounds gush blood.”
“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”