Yann Martel Quotes

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

To me, Columbine is just as awful as Vietnam, and it's just as awful as anything else.

The first time I experienced war, I thought the world was ending.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

Wars break things; they break stories.

At the bottom, all wars are the same because they involve death and maiming and wounding, and grieving mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.

I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.

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

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.

War taught me that not everything is glamorous.

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

War can be fun for certain people. It's a magnet for sadists, losers, and angry dreamers.

I was just tired of losing... Life was passing me by.

Do not say that someone has won and someone has lost. These are unappropriate, blasphemous words. We have all been scorched by the deadly breath of fratricide.

This whole country is a graveyard, and we are all constantly walking on the bones

I have been through one war. I have seen the dead piled up and I do not want to see another.

It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun Tell me is it worth it all.

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers. All you have to do is hold your first dying soldier in your arms, and have that terribly futile feeling that his life is flowing out and you can’t do anything about it. Then you understand the horror of war.

There are worse things than war.

There are no survivors in my fights.

The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.

War is the antithesis of all our teaching. It breaks all the commandments; it makes rich men poor, and strong men weak. It makes well men sick, and by it living men are changed to dead men.