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"I remember my father telling me about England's redrawing of India's boundaries when it became independent. They wanted to separate the Hindu from the Muslim, but they used outdated maps. Twelve million people had to relocate because the Brits screwed it up so badly. And a half million people died during the resulting chaos. And before that, Iraq was unilaterally cobbled together, causing many of the conflicts we see today. There are dozens of such examples. The strong countries smashing the weaker ones and then avoiding responsibility later for the very problems they caused." "You keep proving my point, Tom, that we're rotten to the core." "My point is we never learn!"
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war
religion
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David Baldacci |
ae682ac
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"Absage Lieber von einem Faschisten erschlagen werden Als selber Faschist sein! Lieber von einem Kommunisten erschlagen werden Als selber Kommunist sein! Wir haben den Krieg nicht vergessen. Wir wissen, Wie das berauscht, wenn man Trommel und Pauke ruhrt. Wir sind taub, wir werden nicht mitgerissen, Wenn ihr das Volk mit dem alten Rauschgift verfuhrt. Wir sind weder Soldaten noch Weltverbesserer mehr, Wir glauben nicht, dass "an unserem Wesen Die Welt musse genesen". Wir sind arm, wir haben Schiffbruch gelitten, Wir glauben alle an die hubschen Phrasen nicht mehr, Mit denen man uns in den Krieg gepeitscht und geritten - Auch die Euren, rote Bruder, sind Zauber und fuhren zu Krieg und Gas! Auch Eure Fuhrer sind Generale, Kommandieren, schreien und organisieren, Wir aber, wir hassen das, Wir trinken den Fusel nicht mehr, Wir wollen Herz und Vernunft nicht verlieren, Nicht unter roten noch weissen Fahnen marschieren. Lieber wollen wir einsam als "Traumer" verderben Oder unter Euren blutigen Bruderhanden sterben, Als irgend ein Partei- und Machtgluck geniessen
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war
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Hermann Hesse |
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The result of these shared experiences was a closeness unknown to all outsiders. Comrades are closer than friends, closer than brothers. Their relationship is different from that of lovers. Their trust in, and knowledge of, each other is total. They got to know each other's life stories, what they did before they came into the Army, where and why they volunteered, what they liked to eat and drink, what their capabilities were. On a night march they would hear a cough and know who it was; on a night maneuver they would see someone sneaking through the woods and know who it was from his silhouette.
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war
comrades
soldiers
stephen-e-ambrose
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Stephen E. Ambrose |
ec14880
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During the war, I promised the dead I would never forget them. I stared at them, barely able to move myself. Pretended I was one of them. To this day I can recall the light in the ruins.
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war
ruins
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Chris Bohjalian |
e54160d
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So far, you have read of the deaths of 557,017 people - one of whom was killed by a streetcar, one of whom died of bronchitis and one of whom died in a barn with her rabbits.
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war
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Timothy Findley |
789ea23
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I refused to teach Sunday school. When Archdeacon Henry Phillips, my last rector, died, I flatly refused again to join any church or sign any church creed. From my 30th year on I have increasingly regarded the church as an institution which defended such evils as slavery, color caste, exploitation of labor and war.
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war
slavery
superstition
evil
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W.E.B. Du Bois |
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Be one of many. Be sure that they never have reason to remember your face.
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war
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Lois Lowry |
3de4ee4
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"...Father dislikes weaponry of any sort. " "Yes, he's even suspicious of Mother's knitting scissors," Barnaby B pointed out. "He feels all warfare should be conducted with taunts and gibes and vicious rumors."
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war
taunts
warfare
weapons
rumors
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Lois Lowry |
06d37ca
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There is no one who loves peace more than a soldier
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war
soldier
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Philippa Gregory |
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It is that we not be made to seem wholly helpless in the opening moments of the war. Once a nation ceases to believe that they can win a war, that war is lost.
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war
morale
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Jim Butcher |
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The first stone, thrown by Hellgiver, crashed through the roof of a dyer's house close to St Brieuc's church and took off the heads of an English man-at-arms and the dyer's wife. A joke went through the garrison that the two bodies were so crushed together by the boulder that they would go on coupling throughout eternity.
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war
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Bernard Cornwell |
215a42a
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If you have been embroiled in a war in which you confidently expected to die, what were you supposed to do with so much life unexpectedly left over? There were so many ways of passing the peace, and you would never know what they would have been like, those roads not taken.
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war
path-not-taken
road-not-taken
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Louis de Bernières |
3ced8e9
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There were no weapons of mass destruction. And we bombed them anyway. And, by the way he's destroyed the economy. He's squandered something in the neighborhood of a trillion dollars. It seems impossible to Tyler that that might not matter. It drives him insane.
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war
politics
w
weapons-of-mass-destruction
election
bush
economy
george-w-bush
president
insanity
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Michael Cunningham |
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"In January 1943, there appeared in a Negro newspaper this "Draftee's Prayer": Dear Lord, today I go to war: To fight, to die, Tell me what for? Dear Lord, I'll fight, I do not fear, Germans or Japs; My fears are here. America!"
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war
fear
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Howard Zinn |
8ba30b9
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I ain't gonna kill; it's against my will. . . .
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killing
war
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Howard Zinn |
191bec9
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The Mexicans had fired the first shot. But they had done what the American government wanted, according to Colonel Hitchcock, who wrote in his diary, even before those first incidents: I have said from the first that the United States are the aggressors. . . We have not one particle of right to be here. . . It looks as if the government sent a small force on purpose to bring on war, so as to have a pretext for taking California and as much of this country as it chooses, for, whatever becomes of this army, there is no doubt of war between the United States and Mexico. . . My heart is not in this business. . . but, as a military man, I am bound to execute orders.
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war
military
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Howard Zinn |
4c886c1
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We soldiers knew next to nothing about what was going on in the centres of power. We received so many orders and counter-orders that there were times when we did not obey any of them at all, knowing that they were likely to be countermanded almost immediately.
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war
ww2-books
ww2
soldiers
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Louis de Bernières |
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"It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted ... secretly, it was being dictated instead by the needs of technology ... by a conspiracy between human beings and techniques, by something that needed the energy-burst of war, crying, "Money be damned, the very life of [insert name of Nation] is at stake," but meaning, most likely, dawn is nearly here, I need my night's blood, my funding, funding, ahh more, more ... The real crises were crises of allocation and priority, not among firms - it was only staged to look that way - but among the different Technologies, Plastics, Electronics, Aircraft, and their needs which are understood only by the ruling elite ..."
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war
technology
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Thomas Pynchon |
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Dr. Soekarno was always exactly what he was in the beginning, a whizz-bang demagogue, an opportunist, just another little dictator. U.S. officialdom never tires of backing that type. Nor does U.S. officialdom take sufficient note of the writing on the wall, such as: Down With All Whites. I wonder what the phrase looks like in Vietnamese.
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war
java
martha-gellhorn
indonesia
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Martha Gellhorn |
c3d48ae
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"It is amazing that the refugees stay sane. First the bombs, perhaps the "battle" around them, their casualties, their naked helplessness; then the flight, leaving behind everything they have worked for all their lives; then the semi-starvation and ugly hardship of the camps or the slums; and as a final cruelty, the killing diseases which only strike at them."
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war
poverty
vietnam
refugees
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Martha Gellhorn |
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"Perche finche la guerra e altrove, non riesci a prenderla sul serio. Come ha detto Martha Gellhorn "La guerra e un fatto personale". E proprio cosi: finche non capita a te, non riesci a capirla, tanto meno a immaginarla. Finche non entra nella tua vita e irreale"
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war
reality
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Lucy Foley |
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The dying tapers off now and then, but the War is still killing lots and lots of people. Only right now it is killing them in more subtle ways. Often in ways that are too complicated, even for us, at this level, to trace. But the right people are dying, just as they do when armies fight. The ones who stand up, in Basic, in the middle of the machine-gun pattern. The ones who do not have faith in their Sergeants. The ones who slip and show a moment's weakness to the Enemy. These are the ones the War cannot use, and so they die. The right ones survive. The others, it's said, even know they have a short life expectancy. But they persist in acting the way that they do. Nobody knows why. Wouldn't it be nice if we could eliminate them completely? Then no one would have to be killed in the War.
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war
futility-of-war
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Thomas Pynchon |
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- Then tell me of your long journey home, Ada said. Inman thought about it, but then he let himself imagine he had at last come out on the far side of trouble and had no wish to revisit it, so he told only how along the way he watched the nights of the moon and counted them out to twenty-eight and then started over, how he watched Orion climb higher up the slope of sky night by night, and how he had tried to walk with no hope and no fear but had failed miserably, for he had done both. But how on the best days of walking he achieved some success in matching his thoughts to the weather, dark or bright, so as to attune with what freak of God's mind sent cloud or shine. Then he added, I met a number of folks on the way. There was a goatwoman that fed me, and she claimed it's a sign of God's mercy that He won't let us remember the reddest details of pain. He knows the parts we can't bear and won't let our minds render them again. In time, from disuse, they pale away. At least such was her thinking. God lays the unbearable on you and then takes some back.
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war
trauma
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Charles Frazier |
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Minie balls and repeating rifles. That was why the body count was so high. We had trench warfare in America way before WW1. p128
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war
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Donna Tartt |
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My mother told stories - of their life in the war and how she'd played the accordion in the air-raid shelter and it had got rid of the rats. Apparently rats like violins and pianos but they can't stand the accordion . . .
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war
air-raid
rats
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Kogda umiraet chelovek, polozheno vinit' kogo-to ili chto-to. Dzhimmi Kross eto ponimal. Mozhno vinit' voinu. Mozhno vinit' idiotov, kotorye voinu razviazali. Mozhno vinit' Kaiovu za to, chto na nee poshel. Mozhno vinit' dozhd'. Mozhno vinit' reku. Mozhno vinit' pole, griaz', klimat. Mozhno vinit' vraga. Mozhno vinit' artilleriiskie snariady. Mozhno vinit' liudei, kotorye polenilis' prochest' gazetu, kotorym naskuchili ezhednevnye soobshcheniia o chisle pogibshikh, kotorye perekliuchaiut kanaly pri odnom tol'ko upominanii politiki. Mozhno vinit' tselye narody. Mozhno vinit' Boga. Mozhno vinit' proizvoditelei oruzhiia ili Karla Marksa, zluiu sud'bu ili starika v Omakhe, zabyvshego progolosovat'. No posredi polia prichiny vsegda neposredstvennye. Minutnaia nebrezhnost', ili oshibochnoe suzhdenie, ili obychnaia glupost' imeiut posledstviia, kotorye dliatsia vechno.
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war
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Tim O'Brien |
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They would repair the leaks in their eyes.
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war
manliness
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Tim O'Brien |
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Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to.
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war
manliness
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Tim O'Brien |
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Oni nesli sobstvennye zhizni. Na nikh chudovishchno davili pogoda i stress. Na poslepoludennoi zhare oni snimali kaski i bronezhilety, shli nalegke, chto bylo opasno, no pomogalo sbrosit' napriazhenie. Chasto na marshe oni ot chego-to izbavlialis'. Udobstva radi, oni vykidyvali sukhie paiki, podryvali granaty i <> -- naplevat', ved' k nochi vertolety privezut eshche, a potom paru dnei spustia eshche i eshche: svezhie arbuzy i iashchiki s boepripasami, solnechnymi ochkami i sherstianymi sviterami... Neistoshchimost' resursov porazhala: feierverki na chetvertoe iiulia, krashenye iaitsa na Paskhu. Eto zhe velikii amerikanskii voennyi biudzhet: dary nauki i konveierov, konservnykh zavodov i arsenalov Khartforda, lesov Minnesoty i beskrainikh polei pshenitsy i kukuruzy... Vsio eto oni nesli, kak gruzovye poezda. Oni nesli eto na svoikh spinakh i plechakh, i pri vsekh dvusmyslennostiakh V'etnama, pri vsekh ego zagadkakh i peremennykh, neizmenno ostavalas' kak minimum odna neprelozhnaia istina: im vechno budet chto nesti.
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war
vietnam-war
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Tim O'Brien |
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the greatest trick of kings is to fool the poor into thinking we have common cause with the rich simply because we live on the same bog. Then the poor get their heads split open in the battles they fight so the rich can keep their wine cellars well stocked.
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war
politics
rich
poor
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Kate Horsley |
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It was the fact that I didn't want to kill anyone. I wasn't put on this earth to murder my fellow man. I'd grown up with violence - can't you see that? I can't bear it.
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war
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John Boyne |
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Civilians seldom understand that soldiers, once impressed into war, will forever take it for the ordinary state of the world, with all else illusion. The former soldier assumes that when time weakens the dream of civilian life and its supports pull away, he will revert to the one state that will always hold his heart. He dreams of war and remembers it in quiet times when he might otherwise devote himself to different things, and he is ruined for the peace. What he has seen is as powerful and mysterious as death itself, and yet he has not died, and he wonders why.
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war
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Mark Helprin |
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Don't worry about me, no matter what happens. We're nervous here, but not afraid. We have all looked into our souls, one way or another, and are content to die if need be. The only thing left to say is that I love you.
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war
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Mark Helprin |
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"Among the darker nations, Paris is famous for two betrayals. The first came in 1801, when Napoleon Bonaparte sent General Victor Leclerc to crush the Haitian Revolution, itself inspired by the French Revolution. The French regime could not allow its lucrative Santo Domingo to go free, and would not allow the Haitian people to live within the realm of the Enlightenment's " Rights of Man." The Haitians nonetheless triumphed, and Haiti became the first modern colony to win its independence. The second betrayal came shortly after 1945, when a battered France, newly liberated by the Allies, sent its forces to suppress the Vietnamese, West Indians, and Africans who had once been its colonial subjects. Many of these regions had sent troops to fight for the liberation of France and indeed Europe, but they returned home emptyhanded. As a sleight of hand, the French government tried to maintain sovereignty over its colonies by repackaging them as " overseas territories." A people hungry for liberation did not want such measly hors d'oeuvres."
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war
independence
global-south
third-world
imperialism
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Vijay Prashad |
f7b8b79
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In my world death was like a nameless and incomprehensible hand, a door-to-door salesman who took away mothers, beggars, or ninety-year-old neighbors, like a hellish lottery. But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred, that death could be dressed in a uniform or raincoat, queue up at the cinema, laugh in bars, or take his children out for a walk to Ciudadela Park in the morning, and then, in the afternoon, make someone disappear in the dungeons of Montjuic Castle or in a common grave with no name or ceremony.
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war
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
5b629a3
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"There will never again be men like them," said Carreen softly. "No one can take their places."
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war
men
loss
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Margaret Mitchell |
39c2e49
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1. The desperate Jews - their spirits in my lap as we sat on the roof, next to the steaming chimneys. 2. The Russian soldiers - taking only small amounts of ammunition, relying on the fallen for the rest of it. 3. The soaked bodies of a French coast - beached on the shingle and sand.
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war
souls
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Markus Zusak |
e4c8a63
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If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.
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war
history
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Markus Zusak |
0d24b51
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"We are all ghosts," Morris Klapper said at last. "We are conceived in a moment of death and born out of ghost wombs, and we play in the streets with other little ghosts, chanting ghost-rhymes and scratching to become real. We are told that life is full of goals and that, although it is sadly necessary to fight, you can at least choose your war. But we learn that for ghosts there can only be one battle: to become real. A few of us make it, thus encouraging other ghosts to believe it can be done."
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war
morris-klapper
necessary-to-fight
to-become-real
real
goals
ghosts
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Peter S. Beagle |
809b886
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I am not speaking strictly of slavery here, but of that process that dislodges people from the webs of mutual commitment, shared history, and collective responsibility that make them what they are, so as to make them exchangeable--that is, to make it possible to make them subject to the logic of debt. Slavery is just the logical end-point, the most extreme from of such disentanglement. But for that reason it provides us with a window on the process as a whole. What's more, owing to its historical role, slavery has shaped our basic assumptions and institutions in ways that we are no longer aware of and whose influence we would probably never wish to acknowledge if we were. If we have become a debt society, it is because the legacy of war, conquest, and slavery has never completely gone away. It's still there, lodged in our most intimate conceptions of honor, property, even freedom. It's just that we can no longer see that it's there.
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war
slavery
commercial-markets
social-imagination
conquest
property
debt
capitalism
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David Graeber |
6980a80
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War was so simple, wasn't it? Much simpler than justice.
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war
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Kate Elliott |
95d2033
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His strike force stood around him, craning their necks, in awe of the massive emptiness all around. He was almost sorry to pull his attention back to the small, vaguely intimate necessities of violence.
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violence
war
space
regret
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James S.A. Corey |
d420301
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The heart of evil beats in Afghanistan. When men hold every advantage, neither wealth, nor beauty, nor intelligence, nor education, nor strength, nor family can compete with gender. Women have only prayer and hope as allies.
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war
feminism
prayer
women
hope
rights
boys
evil
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Jean Sasson |
bd09341
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You make peace with one sister only to declare war on the other. It's always like that with peace, isn't it? Always to someone's detriment, already sowing the seed for the next war.
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fairy-tales
war
young-adult
fantasy
war-and-peace
portal-fantasy
young-adult-fantasy
peace
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Cornelia Funke |
92eb28d
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- A! Te wojne bedzie warto zobaczyc... Zadnego pijanego rzucania sie do gardel bandytow-imbecyli... - Moja matka by zwariowala! - powiedziala Sylwia. - Bynajmniej - odparl. - To ja podnieci, o ile dozyje.
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war
excite
parade-s-end
some-do-not
sylvia-tietjens
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Ford Madox Ford |
4d8b748
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They can march for days without eating. They impregnate every schoolgirl they meet.
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war
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Anthony Doerr |
134defa
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Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker's wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.
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war
resistance
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Anthony Doerr |
ed66f49
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?Sabes cual es la leccion mas importante d ela historia? Que solo la escriben los vencedores. Esa es la leccion. El que decide el rumbo de la historia es el que gana.
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war
history
historia
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Anthony Doerr |
d7a12ec
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What the war did to the dreamers.
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war
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Anthony Doerr |
c09cfbe
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Tre ragazzi passano ridendo e Max li guarda con intensita. Su un muro butterato e chiazzato di licheni e fissata una piccola lapide di pietra. <>Ici a ete tue Buy Gaston Marcel age de 18 ans, mort pour la France le 11 aout 1944. Jutta si siede per terra. Il mare e gonfio, grigio d'ardesia. Non ci sono lapidi per i tedeschi morti qui.
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war
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Anthony Doerr |
e78409b
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In quei giorni i funerali erano piu semplici e sbrigativi, a causa dei combattimenti. Alcune famiglie non avevano altra scelta che seppellire i propri morti in un cortile o in un punto riparato lungo una strada, essendo impossibile raggiungere un vero cimitero, e di conseguenza sorsero luoghi di sepoltura improvvisati, dove un cadavere ne attirava subito altri, un po' come l'arrivo di un occupante abusivo in un terreno pubblico inutilizzato puo dare origine a un'intera baraccopoli.
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war
occupazione-luoghi-pubblici
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Mohsin Hamid |
c119167
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There seldom seemed to be a house left with a roof, or with anything much beyond its four walls, and quite often they must lie staring up at the stars, which would stare back again, aloof and untroubled.
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war
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Radclyffe Hall |
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The ageing and the cynical may make wars, but the young and the idealistic must fight them, and thus there are bound to come quick reactions, blind impulses not always comprehended. Men will curse as they kill, yet accomplish deeds of self-sacrifice, giving their lives for others; poets will write with their pens dipped in blood, yet will write not of death but of life eternal; strong and courteous friendships will be born, to endure in the face of enmity and destruction. And so persistent is this urge to the ideal, above all in the presence of great disaster, that mankind, the willful destroyer of beauty, must immediately strive to create new beauties, lest it perish from a sense of its own desolation; and this urge touched the Celtic soul of Mary.
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war
the-well-of-loneliness
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Radclyffe Hall |
f34d058
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Yes, they'd lost. But it was just a battle, not the war.
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war
star-wars
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Timothy Zahn |
5d820a8
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The trenches', wrote Robert Kee fifty years later, 'were the concentration camps of the First World War'; and though the analogy is what an academic reviewer would call unhistorical, there is something Treblinka-like about almost all accounts of July 1st, about those long docile lines of young men, shoddily uniformed, heavily burdened, numbered about their necks, plodding forward across a featureless landscape to their own extermination inside the barbed wire. Accounts of the Somme produce in readers and audiences much the same emotions as do descriptions of the running of Auschwitz - guilty fascination, incredulity, horror, disgust, pity and anger - and not only from the pacific and tender-hearted; not only from the military historian, on whom, as he recounts the extinction of this brave effort or that, falls an awful lethargy, his typewriter keys tapping leadenly on the paper to drive the lines of print, like the waves of a Kitchener battalioon failing to take its objective, more and more slowly towards the foot of the page; but also from professional soldiers [...] Why did the commanders not do something about it? Why did they let the attack go on? why did they not stop one battalion following in the wake of another to join it in death?
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war
wwi
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John Keegan |
9981143
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...these sleepless nights, when oddly enough my concentration was high, fueled perhaps by the effort to ignore the all-engrossing threat of bombs and rockets.
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war
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Azar Nafisi |
c180e64
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In fact the United States has had no exit strategy since 1945, expect in places where we were kicked out (Vietnam) or asked to leave (the Philippines): American troops still occupy Japan, Korea, and Germany, in the seventh decade after the end of World War II. Policymakers - almost always civilians with little or no military experience (Acheson is the archetype) - get Americans into wars but cannot get them out, and soon the Pentagon takes over, establishes bases, and the entire enterprise becomes a perpetual-motion machine fuelled by a defence budget that dwarfs all others in the world.
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war
military
korean-war
military-history
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Bruce Cumings |
4f4de13
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Eventually the Korean War will be understood as one of the most destructive and one of the most important wars of the twentieth century.
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war
korea
korean-war
military-history
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Bruce Cumings |
98e0ef9
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It was this war and not World War II which established a far-flung American base structure abroad and a national security state at home, as defence spending nearly quadrupled in the last six months of 1950, and turned the United States in the policeman of the world.
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war
the-korean-war
war-history
military-history
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Bruce Cumings |
2cda6ff
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It was this war and not World War II which established a far-flung American base structure abroad and a national security state at home, as defence spending nearly quadrupled in the last six months of 1950, and turned the United States into the policeman of the world.
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war
the-korean-war
war-history
korea
military-history
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Bruce Cumings |
d5b786c
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Those who suffer terrible wars have a finer sense of when they begin and when they end.
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war
war-history
korea
korean-war
military-history
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Bruce Cumings |
ee160d2
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"We could unleash all this technology at once. You can imagine what would happen then. But that's not the interesting thing." "What is the interesting thing?" "The interesting thing is that we have a moral sense. It is on punched cards, perhaps the most advanced and sensitive moral sense the world has ever known." "Because it is on punched cards?" "It considers all considerations in endless and subtle detail," he said. "It even quibbles. With this great new moral tool, how can we go wrong? I confidently predict that, although we could employ all this splendid new weaponry I've been telling you about, we're not going to do it."
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Donald Barthelme |
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Tenemos putrefactores, plagas y oxidos capaces de atacar su alfabeto. Estos son la leche. Tenemos un producto quimico para encoger sus cabanas que penetra las fibras del bambu provocando que las chozas asfixien a sus ocupantes. Esto funciona solo despues de las diez de la noche, cuando la gente duerme. Sus matematicas estan a merced de un supurante numero sordo que hemos inventado. Tenemos una familia de peces entrenados para atacar a sus peces.Tenemos el mortal telegrama destructor de testiculos. Las companias de telecomunicaciones estan colaborando con el proyecto. Tenemos una sustancia verde que, bueno, mejor no hablo de esto.
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war
humor
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Donald Barthelme |
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Sometimes heroics revolted him; they seemed like an insult to the soldier who weighed the risks of the situation and made calm, cunning decisions based on experience and imagination, the sort of unshowy soldiering that didn't win medals but wars.
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war
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Iain M. Banks |
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"Birds of the Western Front Your mess-tin cover's lost. Kestrels hover above the shelling. They don't turn a feather when hunting-ground explodes in yellow earth, flickering star-shells and flares from the Revelation of St John. You look away from artillery lobbing roar and suck and snap against one corner of a thicket to the partridge of the war zone making its nest in shattered clods. History floods into subsoil to be blown apart. You cling to the hard dry stars of observation. How you survive. They were all at it: Orchids of the Crimea nature notes from the trench leaving everything unsaid - hell's cauldron with souls pushed in, demons stoking flames beneath - for the pink-flecked wings of a chaffinch flashed like mediaeval glass. You replace gangrene and gas mask with a dream of alchemy: language of the birds translating human earth to abstract and divine. While machine-gun tracery gutted that stricken wood you watched the chaffinch flutter to and fro through splintered branches, breaking buds and never a green bough left. Hundreds lay in there wounded. If any, you say, spotted one bird they may have wondered why a thing with wings would stay in such a place. She must have, sure, had chicks she was too terrified to feed, too loyal to desert. Like roots clutching at air you stick to the lark singing fit to burst at dawn sounding insincere above the burning bush: plough-land latticed like folds of brain with shell-ravines where nothing stirs but black rats, jittery sentries and the lice sliding across your faces every night. Where every elixir's gone wrong you hold to what you know. A little nature study. A solitary magpie blue and white spearing a strand of willow. One for sorrow. One for Babylon, Ninevah and Northern France, for mice and desolation, the burgeoning
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western-front
war
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Ruth Padel |
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Now, during our catastrophically idiotic war in Vietnam, the music kept getting better and better and better. We lost that war, by the way. Order couldn't be restored in Indochina until the people kicked us out. That war only made billionaires out of millionaires. Today's war is making trillionaires out of billionaires. Now I call that progress.
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war-profiteering
war
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. |
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War is now a form of TV entertainment
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war
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. |
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As for national greatness: It is probably true that all nations are great and even holy at the time of death. The Biafrans had never fought before. They fought well this time. They will never fight again. They will never play Finlandia on an ancient marimba again. Peace.
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war
patriotism
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. |