tim-o-brien

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a521102	...he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone - riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria - even dancing, she danced alone - and it was the aloneness that filled him with love. He remembered telling her that one evening. How she nodded and looked away. And how, later, when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin's eyes, just flat and uninvolved.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien virgin	Tim O'Brien
0efefb6	You can't fix your mistakes. Once people are dead, you can't make them undead.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien	Tim O'Brien
20e2fa6	They would get their shit together, and keep it together, and maintain it neatly and in good working order.	tim-o-brien together	Tim O'Brien
1ef714c	And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien vietnam-war	Tim O'Brien
a58b372	Stories can save us.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien vietnam-war stories	Tim O'Brien
2499db7	Each morning, despite the unknowns, they made their legs move.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien mgg vietnam-war	Tim O'Brien
e9f105f	Stories are for joining the past to the future.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien vietnam-war stories	Tim O'Brien
10988fd	Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.	the-things-they-carriedries the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien vietnam-war	Tim O'Brien
a38f6b5	What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien vietnam-war stories	Tim O'Brien
42b6eb1	Don't throw away luck on little stuff. Save it up.	the-things-they-carried tim-o-brien mgg vietnam-war	Tim O'Brien

a521102

...he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone - riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria - even dancing, she danced alone - and it was the aloneness that filled him with love. He remembered telling her that one evening. How she nodded and looked away. And how, later, when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin's eyes, just flat and uninvolved.

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