Damon Galgut Quotes

I saw my hometown burning that day.

The nature of tragedy and accident is that we cannot predict.

When the ground starts moving, all bets are off.

One day, when we were coming back from school, we saw this big cloud of smoke coming up, and all these fire-trucks in the yard. The garage was burning down. I was 14, and we'd lost everything.

The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.

War is the easiest photography in the business. Just get close, be lucky, know how your camera works. There are subjects everywhere. Everyplace you go, there is something to photograph in a war, like being in the middle of a hurricane or a train crash or an earthquake. You can't miss it.

The roof might fall in; anything could happen.

My life was a sort of series of random disasters.

What's taken God 200 years to create was wiped out in a couple of days by what was apparently an arsonist, And it just shows you what a sick world we live in nowadays.

Perfect order is the forerunner of perfect horror.

The day I was born, my house burnt down; the day I left home, the Twin Towers burnt down; and I lived in a jungle in India at 15.

Through the harsh design of fate, Florida was dealt the unfortunate circumstances of bearing the brunt of not one but two hurricanes, and it appears more dark clouds are poised to visit the Sunshine State.

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

The events of war are subject to great uncertainty.

If the death and disaster that now fall upon innocent people through the year and over our country as a whole were concentrated into one calamity, we would shudder at the tremendous catastrophe. The loss is no less disastrous because diffused in time and space.

Blizzards, floods, volcanoes, hurricanes, earthquakes: They fascinate because they nakedly reveal that Mother Nature, afflicted with bipolar disorder, is as likely to snuff us as she is to succor us

Things don’t go well in war. You make mistakes.

After September 11th, every day seems like September 12th.

Part of what you learn about life is that a wrecking ball can come out of nowhere, and it isn't just going to take out your left toe. It can hit you right in the middle and take you down.

...they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands of a Hero.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

Death and worse happened on the plains.

Maxims in times of danger are useless, experience is incommunicable. The knotted strands of life, desire, assumptions, and moral codes cannot be unsnarled; they can only be cut, which is what happens when an air raid occurs, with a silencing fortissimo like the finale of a Beethoven symphony.