"She died in my arms, saying “I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore."

— Jonathan Safran Foer

Posted on November 1, 2011 with 617 notes
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