War begins and ends with want.
It is seldom necessary to destroy to protect.
War is a collective insanity rising from two myths: our self-righteousness and the total depravity of the enemy.
To speak against the war is to become the enemy of the state.
Killing is a rush; slaughter a fix, massacre a massively addictive high.
The most horrible aftermath of war is not simply the destruction of property; it is the massive psychic destruction rising out of embarrassment, shame, guilt and self-hate.
Killing people solves problems while creating other various nuisances.
Violence is sometimes necessary to stop violence.
During war, the press invariably fights on the side of the government that protects it.
It is seldom necessary to destroy to protect.
The rich war with poor gore.
War culture destroys all other culture.
During war, duty too often bliterates rationality and morality.
The moral certainty of the state during war collapseswhen the bodies are ungraved and the atrocities exhumed.
War is an addiction, and coming off war gives one the shakes, the sweats, nightmares and a compulsive need for another hit.
To war is to marshal plan and order and symmetry to reduce a counterpart to disarray, chaos and fragmentation.
National leaders operate with the relational intelligence of playground preschoolers; they hit and hit back.
War begins in the heart and ends in the grave.
To be medieval was to look in the enemies’ eyes and crunch with long poles, smash bone with huge clubs and ring helmets with long swords. To be modern is to do such crunching with a trigger and a button from a distance. Their eyes — we never even saw their bodies before they vaporized.
The world lacks wise leadership; dialoguing and understanding still take second place to shooting and bombing.
To often, the superpowers intervene to stop atrocities in other nations based on the economic impact, not the human impact. Remember Rwanda.
The history of war is the history of the death of the poor for the life of the rich.
A civil war battlefield is forever a deeply tragic place, full of the silence and gravity of separation and death.
World war has yet to be universal war; don’t discount the possibility.
Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall inherit pretty much everything. The war mongers? Dead.
Only love heals us of war.
