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"Courage is not always a matter of yes or no. Sometimes it came in degrees, like the cold; sometimes you were very brave up to a point and then beyond that point you were not so brave" (141)

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"A good war story, he thought, but it was not a war for war stories, nor for talk of valor, and nobody in town wanted to know about the terrible stink. They wanted good intentions and good deeds" (143).

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"Almost nothing is true. At its core, perhaps, war is just another name for death, and yet any soldier will tell you, if he tells the truth, that proximity to death brings with it a corresponding proximity to life"(77).

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"She'll explain that as a rule she hates war stories; she can't understand why people want to wallow in all the blood and gore" (80).

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"The only certainty that summer was moral confusion. It was my view then, and still is, that you don't make war without knowing why. Knowledge, of course, is always imperfect, but it seemed to me that when a nation goes to war it must have reasonable confidence in the justice and imperative of its cause. You can't fix your mistakes." (38-39)

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"If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth; if you don't care for the truth, watch how you vote. Send guys to war, they come home talking dirty" (66).

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"They didn't disturb the body, they just grabbed the old man's hand and offered a few words and moved away" (214).

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"As a moral declaration the old truism seems perfectly true, and yet because it abstracts, because it generalizes, I can't believe it with my stomach". (74)

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“For the common soldier, at least, war has the feel -the spiritual texture of a ghostly fog, thick and permanent. There Is no clarity. Everything swirls. The old rules are no longer binding, the old truths are no longer true. Right spills over into wrong. Order blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy, civility into savagery (78).”

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"In addition to the three standard weapons--the M-60, M-16, and M-79--they carried whatever presented itself, or whatever seemed appropriate as a means of killing or staying alive." (7)

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"Grief, terror, love, longing- these were intangibles, but the intangibles had their own mass and specific gravity, they had tangible weight" (20).

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"The rain was the war and you had to fight it." (O'Brien 156)

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"It was a kind of self-hypnosis. Partly willpower, partly faith, which is how stories arrive" (244).