Blood looks like red wine, but doesn’t go as well with cheese. And too much is spilled in war. No wine should ever be spilled on a battlefield.
Avenia thinks they're battling a king. I doubt they're prepared to fight a boy who thinks childish pranks are practical strategies for war." "Aren't they?
What a queer topsy turvy world it was. It used to be the man who went to the wars, the woman who stayed at home. But here the positions were reversed.
We are not pleasant people here, for the story of war is always the story of hate; it makes no difference with whom one fights. The hate destroys you.
...according to the teachings of Islam, war is to be waged not against the enemy but against the aggressor. (p. 49)
You can't come in, colonel," she told him. "You may be in command of your war, but I'm in command of my house.
It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.
What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.
The rules of war for federal court were contained in the 86 rules of federal civil procedure, the rules of the local federal court, and the courtroom rules of the particular federal judge.
War seems to be ingrained in human nature, and even to be regarded as something noble to which man is inspired by his love of honor, without selfish motives.
Can’t call ‘em zombies anymore,” sighed Manny. He seemed almost wistful. “Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened.
In our century of progress and industrialization we still cannot avoid and prevent wars. I'd propose to have a separate planet where we'd insert fighting coutries to solve their business.
In our century of progress and industrialization we still cannot avoir and prevent wars. I'd propose to have a separate planet where we'd insert fighting coutries to solve their business.
Europe is overpopulated, the world will soon be in the same condition, and if the self-reproduction of man is not rationalized... we shall have war.
Why didn't I ask him for his number, address, e-mail — anything? Why? Because I'm in a sodding war zone, that's why. And I'm a soldier. And this wasn't supposed to happen.
I have a protective coating, like a tank. It’s called Love. And when I get you naked, I’ll want to make war to you.
If science took my IQ and spread it evenly among the world's population, like mental mayonnaise, we'd have more art, less war, and higher cholesterol.
If pens doubled as bullets, I bet few writers would want to write about war.
And I can tell you, without question, that it’s too late for any man who goes to war. Even if he lives, he’ll never come back the same.
You can believe history books when they tell you when wars were fought. You just can’t trust them as to why.
I felt something inside me rush up from tailbone to fingertips and explode in a fierce, joyful tide: that berserk rage that had nowhere to go until now.
