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...and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.

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We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts....more

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We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can d...more

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We have lost all sense of other considerations, because they are artificial. Only the facts are real and important to us. And good boots are hard to c...more

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We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

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Where would the world be if we took every man to book? There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the bes...more

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Give 'em all the same grub and all the same pay/And the war would be over and done in a day." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 3

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My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

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Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them ...more

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I glance at my boots. They are big and clumsy, the breeches are tucked into them, and standing up one looks well-built and powerful in those great dra...more

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Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--...more

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I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see...more

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I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench;--then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, my...more

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We were trained in the army for ten weeks and in this time more profoundly influenced than by ten years at school. We learned that a bright button is ...more

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This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to fac...more