New York Times Quotes

These same people that tolerate the real violence of war don't want to see the result of it on the nightly news. Unlike the rest of the world, our news coverage of this war remains sanitized, without a glimpse of the blood and gore inflicted upon our soldiers or the women and children in Iraq. Violence as a concept, an abstraction – it's very strange

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

Deep in the winter plain, two armies Dig their machinery, to destroy each other. Men freeze and hunger. No one is given leave On either side, except the dead, and wounded.

Warre is deaths feast.

If you're going to write about war, the ugly side is inevitable. Suffering and death are obviously part of war.

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

The wounded wailing in the sun, The dead, the dust, the flies. The flies! Oh God, the flies That soiled the sacred dead, To see them swarm from dead men's eyes And share the soldiers' bread ., Nor think I now forget The filth and stench of war,.

Bones inside clothes. That was war to me.

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.

War is death's feast.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

When war begins, then hell openeth.

War is hell. You can't photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.

War is the science of destruction.

Misery, mutilation, destruction, terror, starvation and death characterize the process of war and form a principal part of the product.

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

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

War is a series of catastrophes that results in a victory.

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

There are scenes here and effects here that would make George S. Patton wince.

I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

Instead of a few hundreds of thousands of men meeting each other in war, millions would now meet, and modern weapons would multiply manifold the power of destruction.

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

There's nothing glamorous about war at all.

War is about dead people.