Tim O'Brien famous quotes

Fiction is the lie that helps us understand the truth.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Lying #Fiction #Helping

If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Lying #Believe

I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Stories #Want #Sometimes

My life is storytelling. I believe in stories, in their incredible power to keep people alive, to keep the living alive, and the dead.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Believe #People #Stories

War is hell, but that's not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Love #Fun #War

Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Men #Embarrassed

The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Memories #Heart #World

The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Inspirational #Dream #Memories

If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Honesty #Fearless #Care

By telling stories, you objectify your own experience. You separate it from yourself. You pin down certain truths. You make up others. You start sometimes with an incident that truly happened, and you carry it forward by inventing incidents that did not in fact occur but that nonetheless help to clarify and explain.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Stories #Facts #Helping

Stories are for joining the past to the future. 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. Stories ar for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Memories #Past #Night

Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Undead

In war you lose your sense of the definite, hence your sense of truth itself, and therefore it's safe to say that in a war story nothing is ever absolutely true.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Stories #Safe

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. Once people are dead, you can't make them undead.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Mistake #Views

Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Substance #Weight #Gravity

When your afraid,reallyafraid, you see things you never saw before, you pay attention to the world.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Attention #World #Pay

They carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die. Grief, terror, love, longing--these were intangibles, but the intangibles had their own mass and specific gravity, they had tangible weight. They carried shameful memories. They carried the common secret of cowardice.... Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Memories #Grief #Emotional

Everything was such a damned nice idea when it was an idea.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Nice #Ideas #Hindsight

But this too is true: stories can save us.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Stories #True Story

It's a hard thing to explain to somebody who hasn't felt it, but the presence of death and danger has a way of bringing you fully awake. It makes things vivid.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Inspirational #Vivid #Way

A good piece of fiction, in my view, does not offer solutions. Good stories deal with our moral struggles, our uncertainties, our dreams, our blunders, our contradictions, our endless quest for understanding. Good stories do not resolve the mysteries of the human spirit but rather describe and expand up on those mysteries.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Dream #Struggle #Views

Writing doesn’t get easier with experience. The more you know, the harder it is to write.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Writing #Easier #Harder

Everyone acts stupid at some time in order to be loved.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Stupid #Order

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Memories #Littles #Sticks

Storytelling is the essential human activity. The harder the situation, the more essential it is.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Essentials #Storytelling #Situation

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Book #Reading #Knows

A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Truth #Lying #May

[Y]ou can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Evil #Stories

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Hate #Men #Needs

Together we understood what terror was: you're not human anymore. You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything you ever were or wanted to believed in. You know you're about to die. And it's not a movie and you aren't a hero and all you can do is whimper and wait.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Hero #Waiting #Leaving

Laughter does not deny pain. Laughter - like a wail - acknowledges and replies to pain.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Pain #Laughter #Doe

It was very sad, he thought. The things men carried inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Men #Very Sad #Felt

That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the truth.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Fiction Stories #Fiction #Sufficient

Why do our politicians put warnings on cigarette packs and not on their own foreheads?
-- Tim O'Brien

#Warning #Politician #Cigarette

A place where your life exists before you live it, and where it goes afterwards.
-- Tim O'Brien

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It’s a hard thing to explain to somebody who hasn’t felt it, but the presence of death and danger has a way of bringing you fully awake. It makes things vivid. When you’re afraid, really afraid, you see things you never saw before, you pay attention to the world. You make close friends. You become part of a tribe and you share the same blood- you give it together, you take it together.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Blood #Giving #Together

Fiction, maybe art in general, is a tentative, uncertain enterprise; it's not science, it's an exploration, but you never find much in the way of answers.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Art #Way #Fiction

Life is never all one thing. It bounces around. Certainly, my own life has.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Life Is #My Own Life #Bounce

The presence of danger has a way of making you feel fully awake.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Way #Danger #Awake

I'm skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt beneath the blades, doing loops and spins, and when I take a high leap into the dark and come down thirty years later, I realize it is as Tim trying to save Timmy's life with a story.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Moving #Dark #Years

you're never more alive than when you're almost dead.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Alive

I survived, but it's not a happy ending.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Life #Happy Endings #Rainy

And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It's about sunlight. It's about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It's about love and memory. It's about sorrow. It's about sisters who never write back and people who never listen.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Memories #War #Writing

("I love you," someone says, and instantly we begin to wonder - "Well, how much?" - and when the answer comes - "With my whole heart" - we then wonder about the wholeness of a fickle heart.) Our lovers, our husbands, our wives, our fathers, our gods - they are all beyond us.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Husband #Father #Love You

A lie, sometimes, can be truer than the truth, which is why fiction gets written.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Lying #Fiction #Sometimes

Mitchell Sanders was right. For the common soldier, at least, war has the feel-the spiritual texture-of a great ghostly fog, thick and permanent. There is no clarity. Everything swirls. The old rules are no longer binding, the old truths no longer true. Right spills over into wrong. Order blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy, civility into savagery. The vapors suck you in. You can't tell where you are, or why you're there, and the only certainty is overwhelming ambiguity.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Spiritual #Hate #War

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Struggle #Heart #Character

He wished he could've explained some of this. How he had been braver than he ever thought possible, but how he had not been so brave as he wanted to be. The distinction was important.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Brave #Important #Distinction

They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Bears #Silent #Terrible

Imagination, like reality, has its limits.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Reality #Imagination #Limits

...you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is not.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Color #Rivers #Finding Yourself

...precisely where the land touched water at high tide, where things came together but also separated.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Land #Water #Together

In any war story, but especially a true one, it's difficult to separate what happened from what seemed to happen.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Stories #Difficult

Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off the river, the waves, the silence, the wooded frontier. You're at the bow of a boat on the Rainy River. You're twenty-one years old, you're scared, and there's a hard squeezing pressure in your chest. What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?
-- Tim O'Brien

#Dream #Hurt #Writing

There is always the threat of tomorrow's treachery, or next year's treachery, or the treachery implicit in all the tomorrows beyond that.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Years #Next Year #Tomorrow

Once you're alive, you can't ever be dead.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Alive

...his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Sleep #Blood #His Love

Even then, at nine years old, I wanted to live inside her body. I wanted to melt into her bones - THAT kind of love.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Years #Body #Nine

Can the foot soldier teach anything important about war, merely for having been there? I think not. He can tell war stories.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Thinking #Feet

I was a coward. I went to the war.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Coward #Rainy

But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Rotary #Remember #Forget

But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Dream #Stories #World

First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey. They were not love letters, but Lieutenant Cross was hoping, so he kept them folded in plastic at the bottom of his rusack. In the late afternoon, after a day's march, he would dig his foxhole, wash his hands under a canteen, unwrap the letters, hold them with the tips of his fingers, and spend the last hour of light pretending.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Girl #College #Light

A true war story is never moral.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #War Stories #Stories

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Sky #Atmosphere #Decay

They did not submit to the obvious alternative, which was simply to close the eyes and fall. So easy, really. Go limp and tumble to the ground and let the muscles unwind and not speak and not budge until your buddies picked you up and lifted you into the chopper that would roar and dip its nose and carry you off to the world. A mere matter of falling, yet no one ever fell. It was not courage, exactly; the object was not valor. Rather, they were too frightened to be cowards.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Fall #Eye #Coward

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Brother #Mean #Remember

you can tell a true war story if it embarrasses you. 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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Real #War #Dirty

All that peace, man, if felt so good it hurt. I want to hurt it back.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Hurt #Men #Want

A giddy feeling, in a way, except there was the dreamy edge of impossibility to it - like running a dead-end maze - no way out - it couldn't come to a happy conclusion and yet I was doing it anyway because it was all I could think of to do.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Life #Running #Thinking

What happened, and what might have happened?
-- Tim O'Brien

#Might #Happened

There was the single abiding certainty that they would never be at a loss for things to carry.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Loss #Abiding #Certainty

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Thinking #Squares #Roots

You can tell a true war story by the questions you ask. Somebody tells a story, let's say, and afterward you ask, 'Is it true?' and if the answer matters, you've got your answer . . . Absolute occurrence is irrelevant. A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Lying #War #Stories

Imagination is a killer.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Imagination #Killers

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Doe #Body #Spirit

Let the story tell itself.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Stories

But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, expect there's still this sound you can't hear.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Feel Good #Church #Sound

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Grief #Thinking

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Love #Doubt #Dying

A lot like yesterday, a lot like never.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Time #Yesterday

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.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Lying #Opposites #Hot

In any war story, but especially a true one, it's difficult to separate what happened from what seemed to happen. What seems to happen becomes its own happening and has to be told that way. The angles of vision are skewed. When a booby trap explodes, you close your eyes and duck and float outside yourself. .. The pictures get jumbled, you tend to miss a lot. And then afterward, when you go to tell about it, there is always that surreal seemingness, which makes the story seem untrue, but which in fact represents the hard and exact truth as it seemed.
-- Tim O'Brien

#War #Eye #Ducks

A miracle to confound natural law, a baffling reversal of the inevitable consequences . . . a miracle. . . . An act of high imagination -- daring and lurid and impossible. Yes, a cartoon of the mind.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Law #Imagination #Miracle

What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?
-- Tim O'Brien

#Dream #Hurt #Thinking

Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Mad #Bed #Illusion

The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, replaying itself over and over.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Dimensions #Stuff #Bad Stuff

And as a writer now, I want to save Linda's life. Not her body--her life.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Body #Want #Power Of Stories

But in a story I can steal her soul.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Soul #Stories #Stealing

It's not just the embarrassment of tears. That's part of it, no doubt, but what embarrasses me much more, and always will, is the paralysis that took my heart. A moral freeze: I couldn't decide, I couldn't act, I couldn't comport myself with even a pretense of modest human dignity.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Heart #Doubt #Tears

You don't know. When I'm out there at night I feel close to my own body, I can feel my blood moving, my skin and fingernails, everything, it's like I'm full of electricity and I'm glowing in the dark - I'm on fire almost - I'm burning away into nothing - but it doesn't matter because I know exactly who I am.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Moving #Dark #Night

Certain blood was being shed for uncertain reasons.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Blood #Reason #Uncertain

We are fascinated, all of us, by the implacable otherness of others. And we wish to penetrate by hypothesis, by daydream, by scientific investigation those leaden walls that encase the human spirit, that define it and guard it and hold it forever inaccessible.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Wall #Forever #Wish

Linda was nine then, as I was, but we were in love...it had all the shadings and complexities of mature adult love and maybe more, because there were not yet words for it, and because it was not yet fixed to comparisons or chronologies or the ways by which adults measure such things...I just loved her. Even then, at nine years old, I wanted to live inside her body. I wanted to melt into her bones -- that kind of love.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Years #Adults #Body

Well, right now I'm not dead. But when I am, it's like...I don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading. [...] An old one. It's up on a library shelf, so you're safe and everything, but the book hasn't been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody'll pick it up and start reading.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Book #Reading #Long

But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget. You take your material where you find it, which is in your life, at the intersection of past and present. The memory-traffic feeds into a rotary up on your head, where it goes in circles for a while, then pretty soon imagination flows in and the traffic merges and shoots off down a thousand different streets. As a writer, all you can do is pick a street and go for the ride, putting things down as they come at you. That's the real obsession. All those stories.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Memories #Real #Past

With a hangover and with fear, it is difficult to put a helmet on your head.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Fear #Hangover #Difficult

It's very hard to articulate the things that are important about writing.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Writing #Important #Hard

I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Long #World #Littles

He had an opinion of himself, I think, that was too high for his own good. Or maybe it was the reverse. Maybe it was a low opinion that he kept trying to erase.
-- Tim O'Brien

#Thinking #Trying #Opinion