No one would have believe in the last years of the nineteenth century we were being scrutinised like a scientist looks through his microscope at transient beings that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. And yet from the gulf of space minds immesur...
Hogwarts Choir: [singing] In the cauldron boil and bake / Fillet of a fenny snake / Scale of dragon, Tooth of wolf / Witches, mummy, maw and gulf / Double, double, toil and trouble / Fire burn and cauldron bubble! / Double, double, toil and trouble /...
There is no love in war but there is a lot of war in love.
You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you.
The Great War was a progressive revelation and disillusionment.
I'm not a 'Star Wars' geek.
Today we are in a war against war - music is our power.
The power to wage war is the power to wage war successfully.
War made the state, and the state made war
I was drafted during the Korean War.
My father is American and deserted the Vietnam War.
I want to be in 'Star Wars.' That would be amazing.
Little wars start big wars.
If peace only had the music and pageantry of war, there'd be no wars.
No war is ever a war without the loss of a life of a solider
War and preparations for war have acquired a kind of legitimacy.
If a war has to happen, a war has to happen.
The only defensible war is a war of defense.
And a strange, deadly war is raging around the world. Yet, each person who has lost a loved one surely knows secretly, deeply, that no war, no act of revenge, no daisy-cutters dropped on someone else’s loved ones or someone else’s children, will ...
This is your war now.' I despised myself for the cheesy sentiment, but what else did I have? 'Some war,' he said dismissively. 'What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as...
It was how wars really ended, Dieffenbaker supposed -- not at truce tables but in cancer wards and office cafeterias and traffic jams. Wars died one tiny piece at a time, each piece something that fell like a memory, each lost like an echo that fades...
