Charles: I just came home to say goodbye to my wife and children. Grace: Where are you going? Charles: To the front. Grace: I thought the war was over. Charles: The war is not over. Grace: You're not going. You left us once already. YOU CAN'T GO! Why...
No, we love war. War. Starvation. Plague. They fast-track us to enlightenment. “It's the mark of a very, very young soul,” Mr. Whittier used to say, “to try and fix the world. To try and save anyone from their ration of misery.” We have alway...
The doctor who heads the trauma unit [at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany] wants to tell a happy story, too. He tells me that war is good for civilian medicine. I've read reports that make the same point: in peacetime, the cutting edge of...
Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because they imagine it is the only thing that stops women laughing at them. In it they can reduce women to the status of objects. That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, ...
Thank God for imminent doomsday.
Nothing burns like the cold.
I use blankets like armor for cold.
The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.
Technology is cold, find a real hand to hold.
You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.
In a way, everything concerning a movie leaves me cold.
I grew up in Boston, so it's a nice change to be cold after living in California.
Life is cold. People stay warm through the intimacy of a story.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Traditional market researchers are cold and calculating and scientific.
I take off my makeup with Ponds cold cream, and then I wash myself with gentle soap and water, and that's it.
Usually older players, late in the season, start to get cold.
[first lines] Kim: Snuggle in, sweetie. It's cold out there.
Being an athlete in a cold-weather sport is really difficult to deal with the asthma.
My last meal on Earth, I would love it to be a bowl of blueberries with cold cream.
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
