Tim O'Brien
Tim O'Brien
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth1 October 1946
CountryUnited States of America
weight substance gravity
Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity.
stories
Let the story tell itself.
body doe spirit
I cannot remember much, I cannot feel much. Maybe erasure is necessary. Maybe the human spirit defends itself as the body does, attacking infection, enveloping and destroying those malignancies that would otherwise consume us.
thinking roots squares
For Rat Kiley, I think, facts were formed by sensation, not the other way around, and when you listened to one of his stories, you'd find yourself performing rapid calculations in your head, subtracting superlatives, figuring the square root of an absolute and then multiplying by maybe.
writing easier harder
Writing doesn’t get easier with experience. The more you know, the harder it is to write.
war thinking feet
Can the foot soldier teach anything important about war, merely for having been there? I think not. He can tell war stories.
struggle character heart
The goal, I suppose, any fiction writer has, no matter what your subject, is to hit the human heart and the tear ducts and the nape of the neck and to make a person feel something about the characters are going through and to experience the moral paradoxes and struggles of being human.
dimensions stuff bad-stuff
The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, replaying itself over and over.
mad bed illusion
Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.
life-is one-thing my-own-life
Life is never all one thing. It bounces around. Certainly, my own life has.
sky atmosphere decay
They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.
love doubt dying
In the attic, a warhead no doubt burns. Everything is combustible. Faith burns. Trust burns. Everything burns to nothing and even nothing burns. . . . And when there is nothing, there is nothing worth dying for and when there is nothing worth dying for, there is only nothing.
stupid order
Everyone acts stupid at some time in order to be loved.
long world littles
I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.