Quotes About Conflict

America...just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world—bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts.

If you can't make yourself understood by your friends, you'll be in trouble when your enemies come for you.

What do you want? Where's the goddamn ice I ordered? Where's the booze? There's a war on, man! People are being killed!

Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.

This maybe the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it—that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.

There was no sense in blowing everything away for the sake of some violent ape I'd never even met.

That gin-soaked little Nazi from the Gazette got pissed off when you didn't doff your hat for the national anthem," Burgin explained. "He kept bitching about you to the guy in charge of the press box, then he got that asshole who works for him all cranked up and they started talking about having you arrested." "Jesus creeping shit," I muttered. "Now I know why I got out of sportswriting.

Then there was organ music, a sort of feverish dirge, and then I was stepping out of my shorts and into the shower with Chenault. I remember the feel of those soapy little hands washing my back, keeping my eyes tightly shut while my soul fought a hopeless battle with my groin, then giving up like a drowning man and soaking the bed with our bodies.

You cheap honky faggots," he snarled. "Which one of you wants to get cut?

You forget where you are," he said. "What right do you have to come here and cause trouble, and then tell us to speak your language?

I beat him like a mad dog with mange every time I got a chance, and I am proud of it. He was scum.

Sending Muskie against Nixon would have been like sending a three-toed sloth out to seize turf from a wolverine.

When this war goes into the history books, the United States Air Force will rank as the most efficient gang of murderers in the history of man.

I want those doors open and that war closed

The difference between the student radicals and the Hell's Angels is that the students are rebelling against the past, while the Angels are fighting the future

It is bad business to go into War without a target.

Pakistan's view of itself as a 'citadel of Islam' has created an environment in which violence is normal provided it is committed in the name of Islam.

The focus should be on Indian atrocities in Kashmir, not on our support for the Kashmiri resistance.

The exact meaning of the First Noble Truth is this: Life (in the condition it has got itself into) is dislocated. Something has gone wrong. It is out of joint. As its pivot is not true, friction (interpersonal conflict) is excessive, movement (creativity) is blocked, and it hurts.

People hated and killed each other back then. Now even those who survived are dying, leaving this world one by one. Unless we find a way to forgive one another, none of us will ever be able to see each other again. (2007: 88)

As it turns out, the atrocities we suffered were committed by none other than ourselves, and the inner sense of guilt and fear sparked by this incident helped form the roots of the frantic hatred that thrives to this day. (2007: 9)

We stopped telling our stories in detail, but whenever the subject of our home countries came up, it always seemed to end in fighting and starvation and disease and brutal, fearful generals seizing power. There were still so many people dying in every corner of the world, and people crossing endless borders in search of food, just so they could live without the constant threat of death.