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“As he grew older, which was mostly in my absence, my firstborn son, Alexander, became ever more humorous and courageous. There came a time, as the confrontation with the enemies of our civilization became more acute, when he sent off various applications to enlist in the armed forces. I didn't want to be involved in this decision either way, especially since I was being regularly taunted for not having 'sent' any of my children to fight in the wars of resistance that I supported. (As if I could 'send' anybody, let alone a grown-up and tough and smart young man: what moral imbeciles the 'anti-war' people have become.)”

“The future possibilities of space-travel, which are now left mainly to unfounded fantasy, could be more soberly treated without ceasing to be interesting and could show to even the most adventurous of the young that a world without war need not be a world without adventurous and hazardous glory. To this kind of contest there is no limit. Each victory is only a prelude to another, and no boundaries can be set to rational hope.”

“In an age of bombs guzzling blood, skylarks merge peace with thought and action.”

“War is like a vacuum cleaner that sucks tax dollars out of your pocket and funnels the money directly into the pockets of the robber barons who own the weapons factories.”

“Razmišljam i ja ponekad o svom poreklu, naravno, ali pritom ne vidim bogomolje, simbole, ni šarene pantljike folklora kojima se kite konji Pripadnosti... (...) Razmišljam i ja ponekad o svom poreklu, naravno, ali naše Porodično Stablo vidim samo kao mladicu na obodu Velike Šume... Zamrznem tako likove na tajnoj večeri u bezimenoj podkarpatskoj gostionici, Sluge i Gospodare, Silne i Prepadnute, Lukave, Priglupe, Sretne... I mislim: koji je moj? Čiji sam ja to? Na talasima čije krvi penušaju mehurići moje embrionske duše, i u čijim se venama, a da grešan ni ne sluti, koprcaju kao punoglavci moja čula i tkiva, moj fosforni skelet, i usplahireno jato mladeža? Ali ne brinem puno o tome da li je Taj bio Srbin, Tatarin, Kozak? Ni da li se krstio, klanjao, pisao s leva na desno? Ne... Brinem jedino da nije bio podlac? Palikuća? Bratoubica? Ili je neko ko je sekao srce na kriške, da bude za sve... Neko kog su uvek pitali kad o čemu treba presuditi... I neko kome se i Bog obradovao kao dragom rođaku... Kada mu je umoran zakucao na Nebo...”

“Bože moj... Prošao sam kroz Vukovar mnogo puta...(...) Kad sam dolazio sa zapadne strane, iz Italije, sa mora, iz Zagreba ili Ljubljane, tu sam prvi put nailazio na putokaz za Novi Sad, i, iako je kraj imena moje varoši čitko pisalo ''82 km'', tog momenta sam, iz bezbroj razloga, uvek računao da sam stigao Kući? Dudule je u pravu, liče, još kako liče... Ne samo zbog Dunava, bokora zelenila, austrougarskih kućerina i rasipnički širokih ulica, već (i uglavnom), zbog pitomosti, zbog onog retkog osjećaja koji mi se javljao samo u naročitim gradovima, da bi tu i u tri po ponoći mogao prošetati s Onom Koju Volim, ne zazirući od automobila koji usporavaju, i ne prelazeći na drugu stranu kad neko naiđe u susret... Puno puta je vukovarski vazduh pirnuo pod svodovima mojih pluća, svirala je tu ona ista muzika na koju i ja plešem svoj život, mirni ljudi i stabilne lađe, tesne suknje i komotne čarde, obala i gimnazija, korzo i pozorište, sasvim dovoljno za pametnog čoveka... A opet... Bojim se da na taj gradić nikad više neću pomisliti onako kako ga se sećam, nego onako kako mi se prikazao u sledećoj Duletovoj tišini, u onoj poslednjoj, najdužoj, koju nisam ni uspeo da odbrojim do kraja, jer je otišao nenadano, ne rekavši pozdrav...”

“A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. On the one hand we are called to play the good Samaritan on life’s roadside; but that will be only an initial act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho road must be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten and robbed as they make their journey on life’s highway. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar; it is not haphazard and superficial. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring. A true revolution of values will soon look uneasily on the glaring contrast of poverty and wealth. With righteous indignation, it will look across the seas and see individual capitalists of the West investing huge sums of money in Asia, Africa and South America, only to take the profits out with no concern for the social betterment of the countries, and say: “This is not just.” It will look at our alliance with the landed gentry of Latin America and say: “This is not just.” The Western arrogance of feeling that it has everything to teach others and nothing to learn from them is not just. A true revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and say of war: “This way of settling differences is not just.” This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation’s homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of people normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love. A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.”

“It was not unless one lifted one's gaze from all the allegedly normal events occurring before one's eyes and looked at the executioner's sword hanging over everyone's head that the normality was revealed as a sort of mass insanity. . . Passengers on a ship who are . . . engaging in all the usual shipboard activities appear perfectly normal as long as their ship is sailing safely in quiet seas, but . . . deranged if in full view of them all their ship is caught in a vortex that may shortly drag it and them to destruction.”

“The luckiest generation in a country is always the one which has never went through any war in their lifetimes!”

“To The Warmongers I'm back again from hell With loathsome thoughts to sell; secrets of death to tell; And horrors from the abyss. Young faces bleared with blood sucked down into the mud, You shall hear things like this, Till the tormented slain Crawl round and once again, With limbs that twist awry Moan out their brutish pain, As the fighters pass them by. For you our battles shine With triumph half-divine; And the glory of the dead Kindles in each proud eye. But a curse is on my head, That shall not be unsaid, And the wounds in my heart are red, For I have watched them die.”

“Humanity will only get a chance to exist in this universe for a very long time, only when humanity becomes a single army fighting against the universe instead of fighting each other! A humanity fighting in itself wastes valuable energy in this chaotic universe where there is a race against time to survive!”

“A defense of the homeland must only be done with civil disobedience, which does not require the death of anyone! If the attacked country uses the methods of the attacking country and responds to violence with violence, it will commit a moral mistake. The red line is simple: Don't kill anyone, even your enemy, and if you can defeat your enemy with non-violent methods, the real victory is there!”

“When war begins somewhere, the attacking party is guilty; but if the war is going on, then both sides are guilty because when it comes to war the only thing that matters is that the killings stop immediately and if surrender is going to stop the killing then it has to be done! It is unacceptable for the present generations to die for the freedom of the next generations because to live is the right of every generation! Surrender is not defeat, you can surrender and continue the war with non-violent methods!”