Drama usually has some sort of intense conflict.

Wars are not paid for in wartime, the bill comes later.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

The British soldier can stand up to anything except the British War Office.

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

People like to talk about war.

Uncontrolled, the hunger and thirst after God may become an obstacle, cutting off the soul from what it desires. If a man would travel far along the mystic road, he must learn to desire God intensely but in stillness, passively and yet with all his heart and mind and strength.

When I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

The invasion of Iraq, particularly, gave a big shot in the arm to the jihadi extremists.

Intense love does not measure, it just gives.

Pakistan will never be able to match the Indian militarily, and the effort to do so is taking an immense toll on the society.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

The West Bank is essentially imprisoned.

In the long term we can hope that religion will change the nature of man and reduce conflict. But history is not encouraging in this respect. The bloodiest wars in history have been religious wars.

There is no avoiding war; it can only be postponed to the advantage of others.

War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering.

The Middle East is obviously an issue that has plagued the region for centuries.

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor.

We have always said that in our war with the Arabs we had a secret weapon – no alternative.

The course of this conflict is not known, yet its outcome is certain. Freedom and fear, justice and cruelty, have always been at war, and we know that God is not neutral between them.

Men are by nature merely indifferent to one another; but women are by nature enemies.

We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated.

War grows out of the desire of the individual to gain advantage at the expense of his fellow man.

I love us so incredibly, insanely deeply; it’s almost unbearable to see what we do to ourselves.

Woman begins by resisting a man’s advances and ends by blocking his retreat.

War is regarded as nothing but the continuation of state policy with other means.

Society is at odds with itself.

War does not determine who is right – only who is left.

The world is too violent right now.

Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.

Of the four wars in my lifetime, none came about because the U.S. was too strong.

There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.

I don’t think the war in Afghanistan was ruthlessly enough waged.

War is a way of shattering to pieces… materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable and… too intelligent.

I am at peace with God. My conflict is with Man.

War is mainly a catalogue of blunders.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

Men often oppose a thing merely because they have had no agency in planning it, or because it may have been planned by those whom they dislike.

We all hoped in 2001 that we could put in place an Afghan government under President Karzai that would be able to control the country, make sure al-Qaeda didn’t come back, and make sure the Taliban wasn’t resurging. It didn’t work out.

How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?

The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies.

I need drama in my life to keep making music.

Oceania was at war with Eurasia; therefore Oceania had always been at war with Eurasia.

When the war of the giants is over the wars of the pygmies will begin.

The many questions about the bombing of Yugoslavia by the North Atlantic Treaty Organisation – meaning primarily the United States – come down to two fundamental issues: ‚What are the accepted and applicable ‚rules of world order,‘ and how do these apply in the case of Kosovo?‘

This was not an act of terrorism, but it was an act of war.

I like a drama.

You can not divorce religious belief and public service. I’ve never detected any conflict between God’s will and my political duty. If you violate one, you violate the other.

The Islamists will try to spoil everything for everyone.

‚Eastern Promises‘ is great.

‚Bombing Afghanistan back into the Stone Age‘ was quite a favourite headline for some wobbly liberals. The slogan does all the work. But an instant’s thought shows that Afghanistan is being, if anything, bombed out of the Stone Age.

The drama and the trauma of the relationship you have when you’re 16 can mirror the one you have when you’re 26. Life repeats itself.

I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people.

It’s always appealing to play a character that has to overcome himself as well as an obstacle. It makes the drama so much deeper.

In time of war the laws are silent.

Politics is the womb in which war develops.

The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It’s the age-old struggle: the roar of the crowd on the one side, and the voice of your conscience on the other.

This is not Johnson’s war. This is America’s war. If I drop dead tomorrow, this war will still be with you.

Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.

There must always remain something that is antagonistic to good.