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 determine where it will fall." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

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. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 5

The things men did or felt they had to do.

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it

With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.