Alexander Motyl: War, unthinkable in Europe for so long, has truly come to the continent.
Dunya Mikhail: How magnificent the war is! How eager and efficient! The war works with unparalleled diligence! Yet no one gives it a word of praise.
Eliza Griswold: Chris pointed across the table to Mike, a desert-scorched and silent operator whose oxford-cloth shirt seemed uncomfortably tight on his thick neck. "See how his tan lines are a little off?" Chris asked. "He doesn't wear a suit. He's out there with our partners across the desert, fighting a war that no one will ever know about if we win. How do you sell that to the American people?"
Shachar Mario Mordechai: Someone will leave behind books and photos, an old blanket, a magnificent armchair of happiness. And someone he loves. But he will not forget to take a coat. With pockets. As long as he leaves in time with his face. And with cash.
Caleb: Before I came out, guys told me, 'The bees, sir, the bees, the bees.' I thought they'd made this stuff up. But it was true. You can hear them coming.
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