Slaughterhouse-Five
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So tell me the secret so I can take it back to Earth and save us all: How can a planet live at peace?
His vision of the outside world was limited to what he could see through a narrow slit between the rim of his helmet and his scarf from home, which concealed his baby face from the bridge of his nose on down.
The soldiers’ blue eyes were filled with bleary civilian curiosity as to why one American would try to murder another one so far from home, and why the victim should laugh.
And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.
So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes.
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“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
...because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
“You were just babies then!” she said.
“What?” I said.
“You were just babies in the war, like the ones upstairs!”
I nodded that this was true. We had been foolish virgins in the war, right at the end of childhood.
He said that Americans had no choice but to keep fighting in Vietnam until they achieved victory or until the Communists realized that they could not force their way of life on weak countries.
Only the candles and the soap were of German origin. [...] The British had no way of knowing it, but the candles and the soap were made from the fat of rendered Jews and Gypsies and fairies and communists, and other enemies of the State.
So it goes.
“You seem older than the rest,” said the colonel.
[...]
You know- we’ve had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We have forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock “My God, my God-“ I said to myself. “It’s the Children’s Crusade.”