It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.

Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.

If people knew the story of their lives, how many would then elect to live them?

Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. - The judge

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.

Word gets around when the circus comes to town, don't it?