Quotes About Conflict

This was not a just war after all—it was just a war: yet another exercise in consecrated barbarity and sanctified slaughter.

War presents itself as necessary for self-protection, when in fact it is necessary for self-identification.

Sighing, she gave a brief nod. "I was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didn't kill me. It was awful." "You're welcome," I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. "I'll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time." (Max II to Max)

Love hurts. Oh, shut UP! - pg 123

And Max, I've put some scraps in a bowl for your dog, Mom said. It's on the floor, by the back door. The flock and I went still. Uh-oh, I thought. Total stomped up to me, his glare accusing. A bowl on the floor! he seethed. Why don't you just chain me to a stake in the yard and throw me a bone!

Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.

When did they start coming after you?" "Was it—was it after the oil- slick Hummer crash?" the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash? Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. "Or maybe it was more---after the bomb," the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. "I think it was the bomb," Iggy agreed. "That definitely seemed to tick them off." "Bomb?" I asked incredulously.

I had to give him props, but how annoying of him to be a hero when I was trying so hard to dislike him. It was downright selfish.

You know things have gone bad when military marches pass for pop music.

Advanced life-forms, my seweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.

Choose now,' he spat, his eyes practically shooting sparks. 'Me or him.' 'Gosh, Fang, you romantic fool,' I said sarcastically. 'How incredibly sexist-pig of you.

Dead Max was the biggest oxymoron in history.

What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and world destruction?

why can't you just get out of here and leave me alone?i bellowed. i can't! dylan shouted back,his face twisted with an anger i'd never seen from him. you can,i said through gritted teeth.just point your wings that way and flap!

I remembered something my first partner had told me. Never wrestle with a pig, Lindsay. You both get dirty. The pig likes it.

Fang! Angel? i yelled, not even trying for stealth. i was storming the castle, not stealing the jewels.

Fang (sarcasticaly): Go pick out a tree and I'll carve our initials in it. Max: (screams and goes in the bathroom)

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I need to help you because fair is fair? Try, 'I need you to help me so I won't rip out your spine and beat you with it.' I might respond to that. Maybe.

Advice: Don't wait until someone you have issues with — especially someone you're related to — gets shot before you work it out.

This was a perfect storm of crap, all flying through the same fan, right at him.

You want me to help you because fair is fair? Life isn't fair Dean. Try help me so I don't rip your spin out and beat you with it. I might respond to that. Maybe.

SHUT UP!" I yelled all the way down the hall. "FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, JUST SHUT YOUR STUPID NOSY MOUTH!

There're no boys left is what you meant," she continued bitterly, cocking her head. "No Dylan. No Fang. No more cute guys to obsess over you." I pressed my lips together and stared at her. "What?" But Nudge was on a roll. "Poor, poor Max," she said, finding some ancient cans of tuna and an old jar of hearts of palm. Who eats that? "How are you going to survive with no one to fight over your attention?

This was the weird part with me and Miller. We both hated each other, but even more than that, he wanted my money and I wanted my notebook back. Neither of us had said anything about it to Stricker, even when we both got suspended. It was like middle school Mafia or something.