Quotes About Conflict

The British, he (Gandhi) said, want us to put the struggle on the plane of machine-guns where they have the weapons and we do not. Our only assurance of beating them is putting the struggle on a plane where we have the weapons and they do not.

You got to be worried when they're agreeing about anything," she said. "Prophets. That's the last bloody thing you want prophets to do.

Devils and Nazis don't work well together.

For the Right, strikes are both devilish and pathetic, have both terrible and absolutely no effects.

I have a rule: I prefer anyone who doesn't try to kill me to anyone who does. I'm funny that way.

Through streets Cutter had once known now made strange by mortars, with neglected bunting in the colours of factions, with signs proclaiming idiot theories or new churches, new things, new ways of being, split and peeling. The raucousness and vigour were gone from the streets but still sensible in echo, in the buildings themselves: palimpsests of history, epochs, wars, other revolts embedded in their stones.

and then the other op-er-at-or told the formal in-stee-gay-tor that his suit could not be heard the very

He is unable to think in words. The shells begin once again to pound the water around him, to make it into a bloody broth of metal and the dead.

Saul was going to kill Anansi. They both knew it. Saul was going to kill Anansi and Loplop and King Rat, and Saul was going to die, all in an effort to prove that he was not his rat-father's son.

There are no civilians in war, no firewalls between the blessedly ignorant and those intimately connected to networks, markets of crime and religiosity.

His dad was in the UQ Navy," he said to me. "Got tinnitus or some shit in a fucking idiot's skirmish with a Bes? tugboat over some disputed lobster pots or whatever.

Termagant!" he moaned after her. "Shrew! Harridan! All right, all right, you win, you, you . . . uh . . . virago, you spitfire . . ." He rubbed his head and sat up, grinned sheepishly. Lin made an obscene gesture at him without turning around.

You see what's going on," Dane said. Miserably he ran his hands over his head. "That is a picket line, and I am in trouble." "A picket? The cats and birds?" Dane nodded. "The familiars are on strike.

Anyway, half of them are police agents. It's the first principle, isn't it? Whoever's arguing fiercest for violence is the cop.

sometimes-guns, that violently assert the manchmal, this stuff, our everyday, against the always of the immer.

Old stories would tell how Weavers would kill each other over aesthetic disagreements, such as whether it was prettier to destroy an army of a thousand men or to leave it be, or whether a particular dandelion should or should not be plucked. For a Weaver, to think was to think aesthetically. To act--to Weave--was to bring about more pleasing patterns. They did not eat physical food: they seemed to subsist on the appreciation of beauty.

Those who cause dissensions in order to injure other people are preparing pitfalls for their own ruin.

One never needs their humor as much as when they argue with a fool.

The greatest conqueror is he who overcomes the enemy without a blow

The man who strikes first admits that his ideas have given out.

Not the fastest horse can catch a word spoken in anger.

He who cannot agree with his enemies is controlled by them.

One dog barks at something, the rest bark at him.

One never needs their humor as much a when they argue with a fool