Quotes About Conflict

They forget that the vampaneze were once our brothers, that by destroying them, we destroy a part of ourselves. Most vampire never realize how pointless and savage war truly is. You were smart enough to see through the truth. Don't ever forget it.

Leave him alone! Debbie shouted. Shut up, please, or I'll kill you, Mr Tiny replied.

Wars raged everywhere as men found new, inventive ways to kill even more of their race. It was like a contest, the many tribes of mankind competing to see who could commit the worst atrocities.

People need devils and dark gods, if only to give them a foe to rally against, an obstacle to overcome. Your people understood that there can be no light without darkness, no good without evil, no triumph without setbacks. You can't kill me because I'm part of all that you are, all you've done and plan to do. You don't have to like me. You can even loathe me. But you must accept me.

Okay, I sighed. I don't like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I'll take it. You'll never be able to trust me. Fair enough, he said.

I don't like you, Debbie snarled. You're cocky and arrogant. You don't have to like me, Steve retorted. This isn't a popularity contest. It's a matter of life and death.

I said: 'All right, talk, but do you mind putting the gun away? My wife doesn't care, but I'm pregnant.

What do people think about my staying with Harrison with him chasing everything that's hot and hollow?

Margaret's throat had some swollen thing in it. Fog blurred everything but the charging red face. An unvoiced whimper shook her breast. She wanted to run to him as to a lover. She wanted to run from him as from a ravisher. She stood very still in her doorway, smiling demurely with dry, hot mouth.

I lost my guts out fighting your fights while you were hiding in bed and thinking up new ways of disowning me. Find another wet nurse.

She's being stupid and she's sure she's being very clever, and that's a nuisance, but I don't think I hate her.

She's been sulking for a week. If I didn't drink I'd go crazy." "What's she sulking about?" "About my drinking.

Palestinian and Israeli leaders finally recover the Road Map to Peace, only to discover that, while they were looking for it, the Lug Nuts of Mutual Interest came off the Front Left Wheel of Accommodation, causing the Sport Utility Vehicle of Progress to crash into the Ditch of Despair.

Kakimi chertyami oni viigrali holodnuyu voinu? This translates roughly to: How the hell did these people win the Cold War?

The United States tried, by depressing the clutch of diplomacy and downshifting the gearshift lever of rhetoric, to remain neutral, but it became increasingly obvious that the nation was going to get into a war, especially since it was almost 1812.

No reason to join a fight until you know what side you're on.

Molly and Teacher eyed each other in the manner of two young women who will never, ever, be great friends.

In the Persian Gulf, Iranians attack the Islip garbage barge, but are driven off by courageous flies.

Agree with an idiot and you're only one step away from turning into one yourself.

The issue is complex, but like many matters in Sudan, it is not as complex as Khartoum would want the west to believe.

Maybe he hadn't thought the war through. It had seemed like simple fun when he had first pictured it, with a glorious beginning, a difficult but valor-filled middle, and a victorious end. He hadn't accounted for the fact that there might not be much of a resolution to the battle, and he hadn't imagined what it would feel like when the war just sort of ended, without anyone admitting defeat and congratulating him for his bravery.

I know forever they will be in my house, the rooms of my mind, I know this and I have accepted this but while I know they will be there I want them dead there. I cannot have them breathing there! I want them in the floirboards of the basement of my soul.

Wars] can come in different shapes and guises, but always wars come in increments. I am convinced there are steps, and that once these events are set in motion, they are virtually impossible to reverse. There were other steps in the country's stumble toward war, and I remember these days clearly now. But again, at the time I did not recognize these days as such, not as steps but as days like any others.

How lame this is, how small, terrible. Or maybe it is beautiful. I can't decide if what I am doing is beautiful and noble and right, or small and disgusting.