“Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”
“Why, she wondered, do we always reserve our worst hatred for our own?”
“Why have I always been forbidden to touch him? (Stryker)Ours it not to question why. Ours is but to live or die. (Apollymi)”
“We all look back at some time or other and wonder why we didn't listen to our instincts. Why did we hestiate? Why did we lose our dreams?”
“Why do people need other people so much? Why can't we just do our work and go home? Why do we have to talk and touch and dream together?”
“I've just been around too much death today not to wonder why we find it appropriate to organize our festivities in and around the tombs of all these ancient cultures.”