William H. Seward Quotes

With a contained environment, there is the promise of friction. And that is where the drama comes from.

I think what makes people fascinating is conflict, it's drama, it's the human condition. Nobody wants to watch perfection.

A battle is developing between them' I say developing, because it's not yet on.

You never want conflict. But sometimes conflict is inevitable.

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

… irrepressible conflict

Conflict is the very essence of life.

I am a woman and my business is to hold things together. My business is to tear them apart.

The conflict of forces and the struggle of opposing wills are of the essence of our universe and alone hold it together.

Contradiction is the lever of transcendence.

On one side, the forces of destruction, the forces of the desert, have risen, and on the other hand stand firm the forces of civilization, but we will not be stopped.

The tension of opposites: Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.

Change means movement. Movement means friction. Only in the frictionless vacuum of a nonexistent abstract world can movement or change occur without that abrasive friction of conflict.

I come to grapple.

Of course defenders will try to provoke me - that is their job.

Fighting has been a part of my life for my entire existence.

Where there is a hero, there is always a villain.

I sort of latch onto roles that have something to fight against.

You can’t have peace without a war.

The party and the Krikkit warship looked, in their writhings, a little like two ducks, one of which is trying to make a third duck inside the second duck, whilst the second duck is trying very hard to explain that it doesn't feel ready for a third duck right now, is uncertain that it would want any putative third duck anyway, and certainly not whilst it, the second duck, was busy flying.

It was a brutal picture, a tug-of-war between two equal but opposing impulses. It had the ring of truth, however.

The temptation was great to muster what force we could and put up a fight. It's the easiest way out, and the most satisfactory to self-respect--but, nearly invariably, the stupidest.

A war is like when it rains in New York and everybody crowds into doorways. They all get chummy together perfect strangers. The only difference, of course, is in a war it's also raining on the other side of the street and the people who are chummy over there are trying to kill the people who are over here who are chums.

Nature pulls one way and human nature another.

She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn't holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn't pulling hard enough to get away.