Alice Thomas Ellis Quotes

War? War is an organized bore.

War,--the trade of barbarians!

I think in America, especially today, our relationship to war is incredible distant. Yet narratives of war have such a primal power in this culture. They mainline directly into a whole series of emotional reactions and understandings of American patriotism, masculinity, and all of these other things.

It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

Usually when a lot of men get together, it's called a war.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

Warriors make wars, but it is also true that, in what has so far been an endless reproductive cycle, war makes warriors.

War is the greatest fun man can have with his pants on.

Sure Vietnam is a dirty war. I've never heard of a clean one.

No study is possible on the battlefield.

War has traditionally been a man's work, although we know that often women were the cause of violence.

We are conditioned to regard warfare as something exciting and even glamorous.

I know of nothing more exciting than war.

I'm an indestructible master of war.

This is a war universe. War all the time. There may be other universes, but ours seems to be based on war and games.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

The most part of all princes have more delight in warlike manners and feats of chivalry than in the good feats of peace.

War makes early risers of us all.

War is a generality, so are the inevitabilities of war, including death.

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.

War is life multiplied by some number that no one has ever heard of.

If we have to go to war, we will.

One war, such as that of our Revolution, is enough for one life.

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.