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“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

Within two weeks, his parents found out and forbade him to belong.

In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.

“Clean up this mess!” I tell the woman. “How can you live like this?”

They had come for him very early in the morning. It was still dark outside.

David, I don’t know how to say this, but I didn’t think you’d make it.

And jesse, the smart bombs do not recognize the babies.

Please look away from Mars dangling so angry in so much darkness.

He got his wife off a German farmer, for whom he went to work one day.

“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”

Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?

Who thought to name a four-thousand-pound bomb Satan?

shoulds & shouldn’ts unwound now to dids & didn’t

“You are too young for politics, too beautiful for a jail cell.”

Their hands were acting as airfoils, producing lift, not drag.

A rifle, empty shells, the remains of a man, a bullet through his chest.

You knelt down to kiss her, avoiding, of course, the wound at her brow.

Stories are places to live. We live in stories. What we are is stories.

The human heart is far more intricate than any single term can describe.

There are elephants in the hall looking for their mothers.

I push the stroller across the courts to the scene of the thing I don’t get.

How can anyone imagine sleep is possible in such a time?

“Why, Ma? I don’t understand. I just don’t want you to be alone.”

One who has suffered enough, you can love yourself to death.

She heard the lowing of cattle, shouting, the crack of whips.

He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.

Her voice smelled like an orange, though I’d never peeled an orange.

I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.

I know about sex. It’s not a cardinal flying into the wrong window.

They’re shrieking down Little Round Top, receiving the good girls’ glares.