For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.

Thoughts are wonderful things, that they can bring two people, so far apart, into harmony and understanding for even a little while.

War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.

For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

Somebody said that carrier pilots were the best in the world, and they must be or there wouldn't be any of them left alive.

There is no sense in the struggle, but there is no choice but to struggle.