The essence of life is change, he said, and the essence of eternal life is eternal change. - Robert Charles Wilson

I understand so very little. But I am not afraid to look: I am a good observer at last. My eyes are open, and I am not afraid.

The Dutch at close proximity looked much like Americans, apart from their peculiar uniforms, and so it was their uniforms I fired at, half convinced that I was killing, not human beings, but enemy costumes, which had borne their contents here from a distant land; and if some living man suffered for his enslavement to the uniform, or was penetrated by the bullets aimed at it—well, that was unavoidable, and the fault couldn’t be placed at my feet.
The private charade was not equivalent to Courage, but it enabled a Callousness that served a similar purpose.

It was the kind of experience, Molly said, that would grow calluses on an angel’s ass.