10 μυθιστορήματα για τον πόλεμο

Ο θείος τοξότης έχει δει τη σκηνή από τον Όλυμπο. Είναι εξοργισμένος, πρέπει να ξεπλύνει αυτή την ντροπή. Περνά στον ώμο το τόξο και την ασημένια φαρέτρα του, σε κάθε κίνησή του κροταλίζουν τα βέλη, ενώ κατεβαίνει σκεπτόμενος την τιμωρία του, σκοτεινός σαν αδίκημα, ίδιος με τη νύχτα.

She did not know and would not have believed it, but beneath the layer of slime that covered her soul and seemed to her impenetrable, delicate young shoots of grass were already sprouting, which taking root would so cover with their living verdure the grief that weighed her down that it would soon no longer be seen or noticed. The wound had begun to heal from within.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself. I think that Peeta was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over. Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences.

It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew — and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents — that there was all the difference in the world.

“You know what I say to people when I hear they’re writing anti-war books?”“No. What do you say, Harrison Starr?”“I say, ‘Why don’t you write an anti-glacier book instead?’”What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that too.And even if wars didn’t keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.