Margaret Atwood Quotes

No universal history leads from savagery to humanitarianism, but there is one leading from the slingshot to the atom bomb.

Mankind, his brain has embraced so many amazing things, and yet we're still beating each other over the heads with clubs, excepting the bullets now, one bullet can wipe out an entire city.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

War makes thieves and peace hangs them.

I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.

Every nation prepares, through its government, to equip itself with the power to hurl death upon its fellow-nations. No people seeks that power; it is governments that seek it.

Then comes the catastrophe. Then the great mobilization will take place in Europe; 16-18 million men, the flower of the various nations, armed with the best tools of death, will enter the field as enemies. But, I am convinced, that behind the great mobilization there stands the great havoc. It will not come through our party, but rather yours. You are driving things to the limit. You are leading us to catastrophe. You will reap what you have sown

You can't say that civilization don't advance, however, for in every war they kill you in a new way.

The generals were fighting machine guns with the breasts of gallant men.

They are spinning and people are dying.

When individuals become angry with one another, an injury of some sort will likely occur. When governments become angry, entire civilisations are wiped out.

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

It is ironical that in an age when we have prided ourselves on our progress in the intelligent care and teaching of children we have at the same time put them at the mercy of new and most terrible weapons of destruction.

In war, everyone has their chance to bleed.

War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good... war sucks.

How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?

When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

It does not just happen. It is disclosed by science that practically one-half of trained intellectual resources are being mobilized for murderous purposes.

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory.

War is hell.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.

The guns and the bombs, the rockets and the warships, are all symbols of human failure.