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I’ll tell you, though, this whole business of war would be a hell of a lot more fun if you didn’t get shot.

They’d kill him or he’d kill them. War reduced everything to a brutal simplicity.

The bullet doesn’t care who shot it, only where it’s going.

“I must conclude that my views on the subject are also the views of the large majority of the American people.”

That was probably true. Because of it, Flora did not have a good opinion of the political wisdom of the large majority of the American people. Nationalism kept too many from voting their class interests.

Moss sighed and nodded. Might-have-beens was a stupid game, when you got right down to it. Look back on things, and you couldn’t help but see they’d come out the way they had to come out.

Don’t do anything to make things worse was the eleventh commandment of the ghetto, at least as important as the original ten.

The only people who love a war are those who have never fought in one.

“Maybe we’ll get some use out of battleships in the next war after all.” He didn’t doubt there would be a next war; there would always be a next war.

She was only eight years old, and still confused the way things should have been with the way they were.

What should matter and what does matter, monsieur, are not one and the same thing, I regret to say.

When you were fifteen, you knew everything always turned out fine in the end. Arthur McGregor was a good deal past twice fifteen. He knew how foolish you were at that age.

The lad was at an age where he was inclined to believe things would turn out as he wanted for no better reason than that he wanted them to turn out so.