Once You Realise That Heroes

I Was Like A Well Trained Pianist Who Knows Which Note To Hit, But Can't Make The Music His Own.

I'll Tell You A Secret. Something They Don't Teach You In Your Temple. The Gods Envy Us. They Envy Us Because We're Mortal, Because Any Moment Might Be Our Last. Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.

That's Our Plan? We're Going To Walk Fifty Kilometers, Right Past The Germans, To A Poultry Collective That Maybe Didn't Get Burned Down, Grab A Dozen Eggs, And Come Home?" "well, Anything Would Sound Ridiculous If Said It In That Tone Of Voice." "tone Of....i'm Asking You A Question!

That Is The Way We Decided To Talk, Free And Easy, Two Young Men Discussing A Boxing Match. That Was The Only Way To Talk. You Couldn't Let Too Much Truth Seep Into Your Conversation, You Couldn't Admit With Your Mouth What Your Eyes Had Seen. If You Opened The Door Even A Centimeter, You Would Smell The Rot Outside And Hear The Screams. You Did Not Open The Door. You Kept Your Mind On The Tasks Of The Day, The Hunt For Food And Water And Something To Burn, And You Saved The Rest For The End Of The War.

You're A Writer. Make It Up.