Three Day Road

We all fight on two fronts, the one facing the enemy, the one facing what we do to the enemy.

This memory, this pretty little stone, I examine it with my eyes closed tight. Turn it over in my fingers.

In school, it got so that Elijah learned to talk his way out of anything, gave great long speeches so that his words snaked themselves like vines around the nuns until they could no longer move, [...].

I can see that Elijah knows exactly what Thompson’s asking. Thompson is asking if Elijah likes killing. Elijah considers it for a moment. ‘It’s in my blood,’ he finally says.

I would give my left arm to fly in one of those aeroplanes...

You are a hookimaw. Happiness is not yours to have.