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war is just an excuse

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“Listen to me,” he said. “Let me tell you the truth about the world to which you so desperately want to return. It is a place of pain and suffering and grief. When you left it, cities were being attacked. Women and children were being blasted to pieces or burned alive by bombs dropped from planes flown by men with wives and children of their own. People were being dragged from their homes and shot in the street. Your world is tearing itself apart, and the most amusing thing of all is that it was little better before the war started. War merely gives people an excuse to indulge themselves further, to murder with impunity. There were wars before it, and there will be wars after it, and in between people will still fight one another and hurt one another and maim one another and betray one another, because that is what they have always done.” – John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things

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August 16, 2007 at 6:12 pm

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War is beautiful

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“War was beautiful, when you had the good fortune not to be engaged in it. It was sound and fury, colour and movement, a massed assault on the senses. It was bravura and theatrical, something that made you gasp. It was thrilling and romantic, when you were a spectator.” – Alastair Reynolds, Absolution Gap

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May 31, 2007 at 11:12 am

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ashes drift far

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“A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far and settle slowly.” – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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August 27, 2006 at 10:53 am

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