Tim O'Brien Quotes
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Tim O'Brien Famous Quotes & Sayings
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At the bottom, all wars are the same because they involve death and maiming and wounding, and grieving mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.
Most of the things in 'The Things They Carried' didn't happen to me. Ninety-five percent of it's invented. It's not what occurred.
There's something about being amid the chaos and the horror of a war that makes you appreciate all you don't have - and all you may lose forever.
I'll picture Rat Kiley face, his grief, and I'll think, You dumb cooze. Because she wasn't listening. It wasn't a war story. It was a love story.
By telling stories, you objectify your own experience. You separate it from yourself. You pin down certain truths.
I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember.
I returned to Vietnam in '94, and even then, all those decades later, walking around that place, I remained afraid. And, in some ways, rightly so.
I showed up in October 1946, part of an early surge that would become a great nationwide baby boom. My sister Kathy was born a year later.
They shared the weight of memory. They took up what others could no longer bear. Often, they carried each other, the wounded or weak.
I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.
War is a fundamental aspect of human existence. It's good to know what war entails and what the human sacrifice is.
All around me the options seemed to be narrowing, as if I were hurtling down a huge black funnel, the whole world squeezing in tight.
Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are.
I carry the memories of the ghosts of a place called Vietnam - the people of Vietnam, my fellow soldiers.
It was not battle, it was just the endless march, village to village, without
purpose, nothing won or lost. They marched for the sake of the march.
purpose, nothing won or lost. They marched for the sake of the march.
I don't think I'd call myself a war writer, but I would probably say I'm a writer who has written about war.
Every dark cloud may well have its silver lining, but I have come to learn that every silver lining has its dark consequences.
Each of us, I suppose needs his illusions. Life after death. A maker of planets. A woman to love, a man to hate. Something sacred. But what a waste.
I'm not dead. But when I am, it's likeI don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading.
That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the truth.
It wasn't a question of deceit. Just the opposite; he wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt.
Sometimes the bravest thing in the world was to sit through the night and feel the cold in your bones.
To be memorable and to have dramatic impact, informational detail must function actively within the dynamic of a story.
Fantasy has a dark side to it. It also has a light hemisphere - the power of the human imagination to keep going, to imagine a better tomorrow.
My life is storytelling. I believe in stories, in their incredible power to keep people alive, to keep the living alive, and the dead.
I have tried, of course, to be faithful to the evidence. Yet evidence is not truth. It is only evident.
The wars don't end when you sign peace treaties or when the years go by. They will echo on until I'm gone and all the widows and orphans are gone.
My whole life seemed to spill out into the river, swirling away from me, everything I had ever been or ever wanted to be.
But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world.
I hated the draft, but at the same time, it's something that made every American take war seriously.
In a way I wanted to stop myself. It was cruel, I knew that, but right and wrong were somewhere else.
It was very sad, he thought. The things men carried inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.
They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.
There is always the threat of tomorrow's treachery, or next year's treachery, or the treachery implicit in all the tomorrows beyond that.
In a war without aim, you tend not to aim. You close your eyes, close your heart. The consequences become hit or miss in the most literal sense.
A writer's obligation is to invent: to go beyond what did happen and to look at what could have happened but didn't. Fiction writers are born liars.