“The nice thing about enemies is you know where they stand. This is not always true of friends."
--General Sergey Voloshin”
“Christ, how did you ever get this screwed up! his mind demanded of
him. He knew the answer, but even that was not a full explanation.
Different segments of the organism called John Terrance Kelly knew
different parts of the whole story,
but somehow they'd never all come together, leaving the separate
fragments of what had ...once been a tough, smart, decisive and to blunder
about in confusion - and despair! There was a happy thought.”
“Civilians listened to officers, which said a lot about the intelligence of civilians.”
“Sandra O'Toole walked back to the nurses' station, remembering what she alone had seen. Kelly's face turning so white that her first reaction to it was that he must be in shock, then the tumult behind her as she reached for her patient -- but then what?
It wasn't like the first time at all. Kelly's face has transformed itself. Only an instant, like opening a door into some other place, and she'd seen something she had never imagined. Something very old and feral and ugly. The eyes not wide, but focused on something she could not see. The pallor of his face not that of shock, but of rage. His hands balled briefly into fists of quivering stone. And then his face had changed again. There had been comprehension to replace the blind, killing rage, and what she'd seen next was the most dangerous sight she had ever beheld, though she knew not why. Then the door closed, Kelly's eyes shut, and when he opened them, his face was unnaturally serene. The complete sequence had not taken four seconds, she realized, all of it while Rosen and Douglas had been scuffling against the wall. He'd passed from horror to rage to understanding -- then to concealment, but what had come in between comprehension and disguise was the most frightening thing of all.
What had she seen in the face of this man? It took her a moment to answer the question. Death was what she'd seen. Controlled. Planned. Disciplined.
But it was still Death, living in the mind of a man.”
“Sandy and her community fought against a thing, and fought bravely, risking their sanity in resisting the actions of forces whose root causes they could not directly address. Kelly and his fought against people, leaving the actions of their enemies to others, but able to seek them out and fight directly against their foe, even eliminating them if they were lucky. One side had absolute purity of purpose but lacked satisfaction. The other could attain the satisfaction of destroying the enemy, but only at the cost of becoming too much like what they struggled against.”
“If the shortest distance to any man’s heart is his stomach, then one of the better compliments a man can give a woman is to ask for seconds.”
“the problem with so secure a place was that it depended absolutely on secrecy which, once blown, became a fatal liability”
“What am I supposed to do about you?”
“not a very nice place is it?" rosen asked as they came back for the last load.
"they say there's a hundred different kinds of snake there. ninety-nine are poisonous."
"and the other one?"
kelly handed a carton over to the doctor. "that one eats your ass whole.”
“Tears released poisons from inside, poisons which if not released could be as deadly as the real kind. The”
“Hmm. Kelly finished off his Coke. That confirmed his suspicion about Oreza’s little visit. So things were getting complicated now, but they’d been pretty complicated the week before, too. He headed off to the bedroom, almost there when there came a knock at the door. That startled him rather badly, but he had to answer it. He’d opened windows to air the apartment out, and it was plain that someone was here. He took a deep breath and opened the door.”
“It was realism that told Kelly he couldn’t fix all the problems of the world; it was idealism that told him his inability to do so did not preclude him from addressing individual imperfections.”
“He was a person whose universe was very small indeed. It held only one person, himself, surrounded by things whose sole function was to be manipulated for his amusement or profit.”
“no man who could rationalize the death of a child could truly be called a man at all,”
“The dead were gone and didn't know or care what they left behind.. If the dead still lived on the surface of this earth then it was in the minds of those who remembered them... Pg 736”
“There are many humorous things in the world; among them, the white man's notion that he is less savage than the other savages.”
“I believe anyone could light a cigarette from the sparks that fly from your eyes!”
“We get to the top of the driveway and get off the snowmobile. Bear bolts out of the darkness to greet us.
“Hey, boy,” says Teague, scratching back Bear’s ears.
“Yes, nice to see you too.” He nestles his nose to Bear’s, giving him an Eskimo kiss, which is funny, because, well, Teague is an Eskimo.
I take off my helmet and shake out my matted-down hair, which feels longer and suddenly sexier than I remembered it to be.
We stand there, Bear panting at our feet.
“So, um, thanks!” I say, half wanting to invite him in but half knowing I should let him go. It’s dark. It’s a school night. I should say good-bye while everything is perfect.
Say good-bye before the spell breaks.
I begin to step back, toward the cabin but--
“Wait a sec,” he says, setting his hand on my shoulder.
When he touches me. God.
“I want to ask you something,” he says.
“Ask away.”
“Well, what I want to ask you is--” Teague kneels down to attend to Bear. “Yes, boy, you just wait one second,” he says, ruffling his ears.
He stands back up.
“Okay, so,” he starts again.
I smile.
A big silly grin.
This boy is so cute, seriously, I--
“What I wanted to ask you is--”
He takes off his gloves and wraps his somehow warm hands around my mittens. Honestly, I think I’m going to die.”
“Understanding and love aren't two separate things, they're just one.”
“По большей части мы любим приятно переменчивое и прихотливое, неожиданное и своеобразное: берег, который есть немного суши и немного воды, закат, который есть немного темноты и немного света, и весну, которая есть немного прохлады и немного тепла.”
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