If I Never Meet You In This

War Don't Ennoble Men, It Turns 'em Into Dogs. It Poisons The Soul.

The Main Trouble With Being An Honest Man Was That It Lost You All Your Illusions.

He Knew How To Handle Pain. You Had To Lie Down With Pain, Not Draw Back Away From It. You Let Yourself Sort Of Move Around The Outside Edge Of Pain Like With Cold Water Until You Finally Got Up Your Nerve To Take Yourself In Hand. Then You Took A Deep Breath And Dove In And Let Yourself Sink Down It Clear To The Bottom. And After You Had Been Down Inside Pain A While You Found That Like With Cold Water It Was Not Nearly As Cold As You Had Thought It Was When Your Muscles Were Cringing Themselves Away From The Outside Edge Of It As You Moved Around It Trying To Get Up Your Nerve. He Knew Pain.

The Little Bit You And Me Might Change The World," Malloy Smiled, "it Wouldnt Show Up Until A Hundred Years After We Were Dead. We'd Never See It." "but It'd Be There.

Up Until Then It Had Only Been Himself. Up To Then It Had Been A Private Wrestle Between Him And Himself. Nobody Else Much Entered Into It. After The People Came Into It He Was, Of Course, A Different Man. Everything Had Changed Then And He Was No Longer The Virgin, With The Virgin's Right To Insist Upon Platonic Love. Life, In Time, Takes Every Maidenhead, Even If It Has To Dry It Up; It Does Not Matter How The Owner Wants To Keep It. Up To Then He Had Been The Young Idealist. But He Could Not Stay There. Not After The Other People Entered Into It.