Quotes About Nguyen

In the sallow afternoon, I watched her get dressed.

As he left room 817, Nguyen turned for one final look before he allowed the soldiers to enter and remove the body. Nguyen thought that the American looked almost serene, lying there, his face bathed in the first rays of the sunlight of a new day, the sound of his laughter still suspended like dandelion seeds in the air nearby, resonating in harmony with that of a former enemy's.

With that, the conversation finally exhausted itself, leaving us to nuzzle our cocktails with the affection one reserved for puppies.

These questions required either Camus or cognac, and as Camus was not available I ordered cognac.

Contrary to some perceptions, revolutionary ideology, even in a tropical country, is not hot. It is cold, man-made.

Hollywood did not just make horror movie monsters, it was its own horror movie monster, smashing me under its foot.